Hump Day Shenanigan’s


Mullet Monday

Can you tell I’ve not taken my morning anger pill yet? Coffee……Coffee? Where are you?!?! 

Mullet Monday

Loves….I’m hoping all of you are wrapped up in your warm cozy comforters with your tiny noses poking out having sweet dreams while I sit here in a messy bun looking at this excel spreadsheet at work….Happy Disgusting Monday? 

Erratic Text Conversations With Lennon & Rhonnie

One of my best friends “Rhonnie” lives at the beach. We text all the time.

Rhonnie: So Iā€™m out running errands. Get in Bessie to go home and as soon as I do my brother calls to shoot the shit. So I get out and sit on the curb. We are talking for 10 minutes and all of the sudden I feel little bites on my nute-nute and buttocks. Now keep in mind I went commando today. So I stand up and apparently I was sitting 3ā€ away from an ant hill. HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. I brush off the ants I can see and get in Bessie to finish our dialogue when all of the sudden I start to see ants coming out my shorts. No joke Sista! I. AM. FREAKING. OUT. Do you think those little fuckers went up my nute-nute? I feel like a thousand of them are in my shorts! šŸ˜©šŸ˜³ā˜¹ļøšŸ˜”šŸ¤¢šŸ˜¬šŸ¤¦šŸ¼ā€ā™€ļøšŸœšŸœšŸœšŸœšŸœšŸœ

Me: Sweet Baby Jesus! Get home and flush out the nute nute with diet coke… can’t be caffeinated or the nute nute becomes aroused for italian sausage šŸ˜‚

Rhonnie: What?!?! You’re so fucking weird!