I’m As Tore Up As Margaret Cho’s Bergina
Peeps.
Dr. Ding is seriously whupped. Luckily, not in the bedpans-flying-at-my-head sense, as is customary for a Thursday afternoon in my current line of work. Rather, it’s more along the lines of being taken for a tedious, wildly circuituitous, flatus-filled, and phenomenally ass-puckering automobile ride by my employer where suddenly we pull over for an unplanned tour of a rubber crutch factory and I’m told the following:
1. We’re diverting to West Bumblefuck instead of East Jesus Junction.
2. A map? You want to see the map? Well. I hardly think that’s called for.
3. You’re not allowed to drive despite being the only person in the car who can operate the pedals and talk at the same time.
4. The air-conditioner only works when you’re not in the car. Don’t tell the folks in the backseat and they won’t notice. Please stop looking directly at me. But I want you to keep listening to me anyway.
5. There will be no rest stops. Just fart extra hard. Same thing.
6. Where are we again?
7. Despite what you may have heard, there are no bodies in the trunk of this car.
8. Don’t worry, it’s all going to work out just fine. Just close your eyes.
You get the general idea.
Snoop Dingg E. Dingg need to get a new jobby job.
And now, what you’ve all been waiting for. Margaret Cho’s bergina.
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It could be worse…
you could have me as a patient. (har-de-har-har)
Luckily, it’s almost the weekend…have a good one, dear OWD.
Pear Lady:
I firmly believe that anyone called The Pear Lady would be the sweetest, most luscious person and not at all difficult. For reals!
Mental bosses are the best!
On Margaret Cho: No one should know that much about another womans vagina unless they are her gyno or fucking her.