3 Day Weekend

I have never met Nikki in person, but I feel like we could be twins. We both have a shit load of kids and we’re both chronically constipated. If you’ve never had the privilege of reading Nikki’s stories before, please make sure you don’t have anything in your mouth–for fear of spewage.

Stare blankly at the dollar bill you’ve just been handed. Be informed that it’s not for you, it’s for the girl on stage who’s actually earning it. (Because anyone who can do that with nipple tassles deserves a dollar.) Register your suspicion that the owner of the dollar bill really wants to do it himself but is being a big, fluffy chicken. Be told, “I want to watch you do it.”

This has been a trying week for the Lounge in so many ways, and I think it most likely that none of those reasons really warrant listing here. That is, unless you count the fact that I live in a house with three PCs ( plus two laptops currently residing in College Station) and a still-new Mac Book Pro, most of which were rendered functionless after my modem/router suffered a technological myocardial infarction.

This was the post that made me fall in love with Allie over at Hyperbole and a Half. This was the post that turned the night of March 15th into the biggest timesuck in the history of me, because it was spent stalking poor Allie’s archives. And then I shared my love with the rest of the Aiming Low team and they were all, “OH MY GOD, I want to hump her a little bit too!”