Happy Memorial Day! When I say that every year, it reminds me of the time some hot cholita bitch I worked with slapped me in the teefs with her words when I wished her a Happy Memorial Day.
It was a Friday night and while I was leaving work I told her ass to have a happy Memorial weekend. Bitch didn’t even miss a beat! She said, “What’s so fucking happy about it? Troops died so that you could sip on fruity drinks and run your trick ass freely all around town. I hope you think about that shit this weekend. You better toast to them too! At least toast them with a beer instead of those foofy foofy drinks you’re always sipping on!” I almost turned into salt! I’ll never forget the way her Sharpie eyebrows twitched and twinkled when she was telling me off. But I still listen to her ass and toast with a beer every year!
And her name was Africa! Yes, a chola beauty named Africa educating me on the meaning of Memorial Day! I love America.
Now I leave you with the microwaved hot dog we call Pamela Anderson trolling the beaches of Malibu yesterday. That better be beer in her cup!