The One with the Vienna Sausage

My friend Carole Blair called me up the other day and was on the edge of tears.  Now readers, don't think she was sad.  She was angry, she was fighting mad.  She had done it.  Finally.  She'd told him off.  That fucker that had broken her rib, that had damn near broken her leg.  Him.... Continue Reading →

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About that Therapist…

Well there goes that great idea.  I was going to go see a therapist, because of ... reasons.  But alas!  I do not have 200 dollars to blow at the person who lets me do exactly what I do here, for free.  No I don't have anyone giving me 'advice' but I can hash out... Continue Reading →

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