And speaking of mean, you wouldn’t believe the mean girls Mr. B hired to sell Brownstoner tees this weekend. Total shirt Nazis. And size queens. You ask for large, they tell you you have to buy medium. You ask again for large, they tell you you have to buy extra large. All I can say is I left the Flea with a bag of 20 Kid’s size 6 t-shirts.
Yeah, dh, pretty terrific! Go, Big O!
soooooo, how bout that health care bill eh?
CarGar – I heard that you are size-impaired & required tutelage but were resistant to it & had to be manhandled (no homo)into accepting reality.
Not to mention that *rob* called me ghetto when I yelled at some woman who tried to steal Kens’ chair. All in all a challenging day at the Flea.
You go, Prez.
And speaking of mean, you wouldn’t believe the mean girls Mr. B hired to sell Brownstoner tees this weekend. Total shirt Nazis. And size queens. You ask for large, they tell you you have to buy medium. You ask again for large, they tell you you have to buy extra large. All I can say is I left the Flea with a bag of 20 Kid’s size 6 t-shirts.
Daffodils bloomed this weekend.
No, dibs. Rainy day project is glitterizing my brownstoner tee. Lots of time to post while I wait for layers to dry.
Don’t you have some gardening to attend to, Arkady??? Hmmmm???