Cockahole the Remix

Okay, remember when my cockahole neighbor was moving out, so I thought? Well, I was wrong. That’s right. But I couldn’t bear to tell you that he was just getting rid of his dinette set. I could not untell you. You were too happy for me. Well, now his moving truck is parked on my damn lawn for reals

and his ugly bachelor art and the nasty toadstools that he sat on while nomming delishus raw fish are spread out there as well. This is almost worth being home sick for. This could actually be a positive thing about the economy going into the shitter. Maybe he’s moving in with his parents in Bothell or something.

I can open my curtains on his side again!

Since I am less poor now, I bought new shoes. The other ones were pretty broken.

A hip youth told me they were “filthy” yesterday. I can only agree. Neon crown toes FTW. Basically when I shop I find the ugliest thing in the pile and choose that. YEY comfort while walking and unwet feet.

14 thoughts on “Cockahole the Remix

  1. “Filthy” is the new WTF BBQ in my world.

    More must be said about his horrible bachelor art. I keep a running tab on what single men put on their walls. Just saw light orangey, Southwesterny print of running horses behind some guy’s Foosball table.

  2. I noticed you used that little loop thingy to hold your laces to your shoe tongue or visa versa. I always wondered if those thingys worked. I usually throw caution to the wind and ignore the loopy, but I also NEVER untie my shoes before I take them off or put them on . I like to live on the edge. Color me edgy. Cool shoes!

  3. If you were a shoe conformist you’d have penny loafers WITH the penny installed. Don’t worry, you are just fine. You non-conformist you!

  4. I would say that’s some damn impressive witchcraft there in getting dood to move. Intent should never be underestimated.

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