Rock On, Hard On
Count your lucky stars and throw your rocks elsewhere...
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At first I thought this was a joke, but I’ve been assured that this indeed works. Unfortunately, however, I live in a country where Celsius rules so that little cricket needs to start doing some .3 chirping before I can impress anyone with this trick.
Possibly cheaper than the bag
Can you tell I’m excited I’m going to the Aus Open tomorrow (and Sunday and Wednesday)?
I actually just bought myself a ticket to go solo tomorrow in the day. Still on sick leave and although I could round up someone to come, I just really want to go enjoy at least the day session on my own, soaking up the sun and watching the points without feeling like I have to chat at all. Anti-social much?
“I wanna go fucking shopping like every other bitch and get my pussy ate. I don’t give a fuck. What do you mean, ‘What do I wanna do?’ I don’t wanna do nothing! I wanna shop and look fly and fuck my man.
Remy Ma in an interview in the latest XXL.
Now who has the guts to break it to Miz Ma that most of us neither shop every day nor serve as a virtual buffet for all the XY-chromosomers out there? Or am I the only female missing out on this glorious life?
This is the temporary Aesop shop in Flinders Lane. It’s made entirely out of industrial cardboard - and it’s closing permanently in Feb.
They even find me on sick days.
- Client: And on what material should I print this paper?
- BR: Uh... paper?
- Client: Yes but what do I print the paper on to?
- BR: Uh...paper?
I LOVE you Graziano!
(You can see my old house from here. Look up, up, way up to the yellow building on the far right.)
