When a PROFESSIONAL Writer is LOST FOR WORDS…

…That tells said writer that THIS GIG is over!

Not even the “Library of Alexandria” can save me now.

WORDS are MY living. But They’ve been taken out of my mouth and ABUSED by others.

Now d’y’all understand why GB is DEAD?

I have NOT and WILL NOT ever kiss a bearded aka masked MAN. Ever. Ever. Ever.

And bristles just hurt my delicate skin. They just show me a LAZY man who doesn’t give a Flying Ferret about the woman he is with. Yak!

If you can’t be bothered to shave…and want to impress…no amount of 6/12/24 pack bellies are gonna save ya :o)

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