It’s been a while, just back from a whirlwind trip to the UK for my dear Grandmothers funeral and then cuddles with a bundle of joy; merely 48 hours old. Life can be a bag of dicks and then a bag of happiness all at the same time.
So here goes.
Would you give Donald Trump a blowjob?
Nope, nope just nope. But our Saturday morning conversations go something like this.
Busting some moves to Dolly Parton, feeling like a model but in reality my smoky eyes were courtesy of yesterday’s make up and my death breath is usually obscene. I was attempting to make an elaborate Brunch which of course I’d make bursting with love, it would probably be inedible, although pretty. The birds would enjoy their brunch no less. Note to self; try and cook with purpose not with love to avoid disappointment.
We can just about turn most things into a revolting sentence and at the same time appear to be the sweetest people in the room. Bingo. We’re each others sunshine.
dusty summers 