Get the Shit out of Here

There are so many things I would say if I were able…
Guess, I’m at least, always able to give everyone a right to my opinion…

You've got opinions, man  We're all entitled to 'em  But I never asked
You’ve got opinions, man
We’re all entitled to ’em
But I never asked

Turn the fuckin’ blinker off. Stop telling everyone about your boss being a Jewish carpenter. If that truly was the case…he was a jack with little trade and a master of misalignment between good things happening to bad people and bad things happening to good people.
Pull your soiled in need of a good soaking in a bucket of bleach for a week, tighty whities up!
Granny panties are made for…you guessed it, granny’s. Homage to Michael Jackson is akin to offering a virgin to Bill Clinton.
Obama, yeah, you’re right, he’s not white. Did he forge his birth certificate to make a sand castle in the wind storm George left behind, yup!
You can’t cure gay, stupidity, conformity and middle aged men from driving sports cars from the eighties with vanity plates. Sex is good. I don’t care what the Catholics say.

Granny Panties Craft Bazaar
Granny Panties Craft Bazaar (Photo credit: Mmm…Fiber!)

Mostly, what really is on the top ten list of acts of random rigid thoughts and senseless acts of defriending?
Blaming nature and nurture for all the sadness in the world just isn’t cutting the Grey Poupon….
My father is an ass…I turned out okay. A little different from all the rest but still holding on to half a deck of cards with one joker missing.

Keep drinkin’ coffee
Stare me down across the table
While I look outside

English: This is a man wearing briefs, a popul...
English: This is a man wearing briefs, a popular style of undergarment in Western culture. Also known as “tighty-whities” in US pop-culture, or “slips” in the UK. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So many things I’d say if only I were able
But I just keep quiet
And count the cars that pass by

You’ve got opinions, man
We’re all entitled to ’em
But I never asked

So let me thank you for your time
And try to not waste any more of mine
Get out of here fast

 

I hate to break it to you, babe
But I’m not drowning
There’s no one here to save

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died and made you king of anything?

You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best

But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset

I’m not the one who’s lost
With no direction oh
But you’ll never see

You’re so busy makin’ maps
With my name on them in all caps
You’ve got the talkin’ down
Just not the listening

And who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died and made you king of anything?

All my life
I’ve tried
To make everybody happy while I
Just hurt
And hide
Waitin’ for someone to tell me it’s my turn
To decide.

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me.
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be.
Who died and made you king of anything?

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me.
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be.
Who died and made you king of anything?

Let me hold your crown, babe.

the Wonder of the Bra

English: Label from a 1950s Wonder-Bra. This b...
English: Label from a 1950s Wonder-Bra. This brassiere was manufactured by D’Amour in the US. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

An interested reader writes:

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the blonde hair writes:

At times it’s easier to simply take a step again and also understand that not everybody shares your own values

There must be something I can do with that! Well, this is how the story goes. Most women hate bras…I don’t care if they are fem, butch, high quality, low maintenance and/or in the middle of a sex change. Bra’s suck!
The true Bra…the one that snaps, pops, crackles and hoisters up them bad girls, typically lacy and cotton, really, really, really suck!
The knock off bras for women such as myself; shoulders like a linebacker, ape arms and long mid section…typically athletic looking but are generally referred to as, androgynistic, well, those bras are for sport.

Hanged Brassieres on Main Street, Winnipeg
Hanged Brassieres on Main Street, Winnipeg (Photo credit: AJ Batac)

And, let me tell you, there is not sport about them. They are convincingly comfortable and buyer beware fabricated with WILL NOT SHRINK in the wash.
Bullshit, so now, those little bad girls are torn all asunder one up and one down and/or you look like you have a Uni-Boob.
When it is hot as the hair’s on a earth friendly, tree huggin’, pacifist who doesn’t believe in bathing, bra’s are a women worse enemy!
So, in response to the Blonde Hair reader. You are absolutely one hundred percent right…everyone is entitled to my opinion whether they share it with someone else or not and take a step back Sista and look at yourself. Dyed Blond, Uni-Boob, over done tan in the can, middle aged woman who probably still buys WonderBra‘s!