I met this man in a bar last week – he was drunk, and loudly proclaiming, “I’m ‘Murica!”
And, I believe him, because within three minutes of meeting him, he called me a ‘faggot’ and kicked me off ‘his porch.’
But, then he had another shot, and his mood towards me changed.
He looked at me with a new light, and he said, “Hey, polka-dot.”
I was wearing polka-dots.
“Hey, polka-dot! Why don’t you let me take you home and milk those titties before they explode.”
Charming, right? He’s obviously a scholar… definitely an academic.
So, do you guys not have to take basic health in Oregon? Or Biology?
We’re not well-educated in New Mexico, but even we lowly half-breeds know that women don’t have udders.
There’s no milk in there. I can't reiterate that enough, 'cause eeeeeeeww?
There's no milk in there.
They probably won’t explode, though I am grateful for the concern...
I'm Jane Malone.