R.I.P.
I ripped my jeans the other night, and it wasn't for the style ...  I went to go sit down in a taxi, and my jeans ripped right by my crouch. It made a huge farting noise. The taxi driver looked at me like he was confused, well, so was I. I didn't tell him my jeans ripped.  I would rather have him think I farted then ripped my jeans. Either way, I need a new pair of jeans and a very big hug. |
posted by Miss Michelle Buteau at 10:31 PM
Comments on "R.I.P."
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Hiredpun's House of Hopefuls said ... (10:50 PM) :
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Miss Michelle Buteau said ... (4:09 PM) :
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Hiredpun's House of Hopefuls said ... (12:07 PM) :
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Hiredpun's House of Hopefuls said ... (12:08 PM) :
post a commentYou are cute but not as cute as Norah :-) Nice blog though.
Your niece is adorable.
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Hiredpun
Thanks home slice, but you've commented on the wrong blog.
Smart!
I never claimed or attempted to feign intelligence, however I do from time to time have moments of beautiful clarity.
My initial comment stands.
Have you ever visited my little piece of narcissistic blog heaven? I am a man of color but my friends call me Honkey Nigga.
You can call me Jerry. :-)