Scary-go-round (Scar-ee-goh-rownduh):
The continuous parade of ex-boyfriends (a parade with bad throws, no less). I’m not saying they are all losers – oh wait. Yes I am. I asked a friend if that made me a loser, too. He said no, I was just doing charity work.
Speaking of parades, and bad throws (yes, think Mardi Gras and no I am not flashing you, you can't afford it). Once upon a Mardi Gras Parade, in Houma, Louisiana - someone purt near brained me with, not a string of beads, but a damn sack full. My best good friend nearly "pulled an Andre" on a small-ish child ( aged approximately 9 or 10) to grab that sack of beads. Hey, if I am going to suffer a head wound, I want the damned ammunition. Plus, after a few glasses of wine, I might have actually scrapped with the kid, myself.
As as "aside", how can Cortland Finnegan consider himself a "tough guy" or "badass" with that clown hair? Someone needs to hold him down while someone else works him over with some clippers fitted with a two blade.
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