It's phucking rainy. It's phucking cold. The phucking sky is phucking gray. It's been raining
all phucking day, and for some
unknown phucking reason I've got a headache the size of a phucking
Buick. Some Sumatra coffee and two Naproxen tablets might do the trick. And maybe a little Salma Hayek to add some
color to this dismal phucking day.
(Glorious pictures from Exclamation Mark, which is described as"a cross between Leave It to Beaver and Satan's School for Girls.")Like the
song says, "
I don't need no doctor."
Ahhhhhhhh!
Ahhh, Salmita!
ReplyDeleteI believe that would be you've got a "phucking headache" :-)
ReplyDeleteI think you've found the right side to go with the meds to fix the phucking problem!
Cheers!