I’m baaaackkkkk!!! In the words of Kid Rock:
I’m back (back) the fog has lifted
The earth has shifted
and raised the gifted
You knew I’d be back
so pack your bone And hit the road bitch
cause Sassy’s home!
I am sorry.
I have slacked. My faithful readers, forgive me? You can slap me.
I need a bitch slap. No seriously. Would someone just slap me? You can send me a Twitter slap… @sassyblondbitch
Really do it!
I went to a little town parade on the 4th and I forgot my camera (phone)! Un-fucking-believable! I NEVER, repeat NEVER forget my phone EVER! The one day that the freaks all come out in this teeny-tiny little town and I leave it in my purse at the inlaws. I nearly bitch slapped my self!
You see, I left my purse at the house because the 4th of July allows all the agoraphobes with the white, pasty skin and orange fingers to come out for their once a year foray into society. You would actually think it was Halloween the way they look. And I was worried that my Guess knock-off would be coveted and stolen. It’s just that kind of town.
Soooooo….off to the parade we go!
In this town, which I am sure is like many others, the baby-mamas haul their toothless kids down to the street so they can get more candy.
Wait, is that a mouthful off Tootsie Rolls? My bad. They are his teeth.
There is enough Tootsie Rolls and taffy thrown on the street to stretch to the moon and back. And they are like greedy little nymphs! The noise they create when their eight brothers get more candy can top the noise of the fire truck coming round the bed. Seriously though? I really think that the dentists buy the candy…oh wait. These kids don’t go to the dentists…they have no teeth!
The baby-daddys! Oh baby…hold me back! Let me describe the baby-daddys to you! Rambo just hates bringing me out on these days. He worries that I am going to bring home a new man! Secretly, I like the stringy hair, emaciated pot-bellied tattooed dude with meth mouth!
C’mon over here and plant a juicy wet one on me! Hold up…I got something in my mouth. *spits* Never mind, it was one of your teeth.
Sorry…had to run and puke. The smell memory made me gag.
Oh…the fashion. Exquisite! Makes me want to go shopping at the dumpster behind Goodwill where even THEY rejected the clothing!
What is it with these women who think that it is okay to go out in public with a black bra under a white tank top? There are only a handful of people who can pull that look off and get away with it. And it sure as hell isn’t in Podunk, USA. Or the crop top and crotch cut shorts? I am so glad that look is coming back with the obesity rate soaring! Is that Frosty over there in the cutoff t-shirt?
Have you ever had the pleasure of seeing a treasure trail? Really? No? You have missed out! Not really.
This was no treasure to see…Wookies be afraid…be very afraid!
Note to Treasure Girl: If you don’t have time to shave, wax, pluck or attempt at landscaping maybe you shouldn’t be wearing shorts that barely cover your crack and mess up front. I really don’t need my 14-year-old seeing something that will make him afraid of going to bed at night. Then add the FUPA to it…I had to hold Rambo back at that one.
Not only is this town filled with lovely ladies like that, it seems to attract the recently released pedophiles.
No. Really. Not being snarky or bitchy. This is the truth. Sad isn’t it?
So when I see a mom rolling her 4-year-old daughter down the parade route in a wagon dressed in a pair of shorts and wearing only a bib on top…I want to go postal on her ass. First of all…there are limits in houses…but out on the street in public with registered pedophiles watching all the kiddies? No. DO NOT THINK SO!
So this year looks like it will the last year we decide to partake in the festivities. The landscape has changed. It has gotten larger, hairier, gummy and vomit inducing.
Now, if I can just talk the in-laws to moving. And not near me!
Did you see any interesting things during the parade you went to?