Last night with my hot dog and fries dinner, I had an itty bitty, thimble-sized margarita that even Andy Dick wouldn’t dignify with a gulp. It was offensive to alcoholics and I’m sure the margaritas at the Smurf’s bar are bigger than that shit I drank last night. A flea’s cum shot has more liquid than my margarita last night. You get it. Well, my dog must’ve switched the tequila with roofie syrup again, because this morning I feel like I should have a chalk outline around me. Not many things hurt my feelings, but getting a hangover from one margarita like I’m a teetotaling fetus is one of them. Just shameful and embarrassing to admit.
So that is why I WAS grateful to this precious and beautiful picture of Prince Hot Ginge looking up a pair of puppy nostrils while grabbing at his royal crotch. This fine portrait was taken at a polo match in Ascot, Berkshire yesterday afternoon.
This picture made me want to call in sad to my boss (aka YOU) and ask for the day off (“You get to call people ‘dumb bitches” for a living. And you get to do it while lounging on your sofa in dirty sweats! Suckitup and get me a cup of hot roofie nectar, toots!” – You) so that I could bring up this picture on my iPhone and cuddle with it under the covers. I was all ready to do this, but then as I kept going through the pictures I came across one that turned my “awwww” into an “AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!“.
Now I know what kind of emotions went through Alicia Silverstone when she watched Cary Elwes get affectionate with his girlfriend in The Crush. That Sienna Miller of puppies is basically daring me to lock it in a dark room with a bunch of bees.
Charlize Theron was there and you don’t see her throwing me a “BITCH I GOT YOUR GINGE” look! Who knew that a heartless homewrecker could be so adorable? Let me take a sip of your hot roofie syrup, because my chalk outline needs another coat