I forgot the best part.

The best part of Ash Wednesday? Beyond the hunger pains, beyond the gasping and wheezing, beyond the bus going the wrong way and making me later getting home?

The best part was walking into the living room where a couple of housemates and their friends were watching porn.

Dear God:
I need to move. Please grant me the winning Powerball numbers so’s I can.
Love, Mee.



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3 responses to “I forgot the best part.

  1. Criminy, Mary Sue, you’re supposed to keep me from temptation.

    Ummmm… was it hot though?

  2. *snicker* Sorry, I had to. Had to. I go shut up now.

  3. Jen

    That sounds like my life, actually.