Fishfucker's rolled into Sacramento in his fuck truck and offers us a tasty cocktail, the 3 AM Death Knell:
Just take the Green Apple Vodka, pour it into a tumbler you've filled with ice, and try to eyeball the halfway point. It really doesn't matter if you hit it, because let's face it, if you're making this drink you're already shitty enough to fuck that girl who lives upstairs with the wandering eye (which, hey, wandering eye girls, don't get me wrong -- that's hot, i mean, it's endearing, but, still, you live upstairs: COME ON)::Sigh:: A man after my own heart. Posted by Dana at February 4, 2004 01:44 PM
See I prefer my grandmother's terminology of "lazy eye" to describe the girl upstairs. It conveys that whole "she's so lazy she'll fuck anybody but not focus while doing it" je nais se quois.
Posted by: Bondgirl at February 4, 2004 10:21 PMBack in October you wrote:
Water-walking Christ
OK, I just finished reading "Brokeback Mountain," by Annie Proulx, which is in her book Close Range. Fuuuuuck. Cowboys in love. I felt like I had been stabbed in the stomach when I finished it. Crumpled in my seat on the subway.
I just read it the other day. I know how you felt.
Amazingly sad and hard and so beautiful it hurts.
That girl can write.