The Men in My Life


Two new ones in my life: a rollerskating Ziggy and a mammary-endowed doodle from a postcard some company sent me. The caption reads: "This man lives in your walls and he only comes out while you are sleeping. To smoke your drugs. And touch your butt."

I'm joshing with you. They're not real, and I don't keep any drugs in my house. If you believe this Forbes article, no man would ever want to be with a career girl who can bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan, as I did with three friends at a Korean restaurant called Tahoe Galbi on Wilshire Boulevard. Highly illogical. As one person put it, after reading the article's assertion that career women have dirty houses:
"But, the thing is? If your bitch be makin' the bank, can't she hire a goddamn maid? Logic is out the window here."

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