What is it about older ladies and their tiddies?
Yes, I said tiddies.
Tonight, Queenie asked to have some money for her stay at the rehab (No, no,no). She has to relearn to walk and other things I take for granted. This is not Tara Reid or Amy Winehouse Rehab.
I asked where she planned on keeping it, and she answered “My bra.”
Who wants to touch tiddie money?
The same applies to men in the form of sock money.
Why do you think I want to feel, smell, experience your sweat? Bubalicious (my grandma) is famous for feeling around her bra and declaring herself broke. Err. Heard of a wallet? Or one of those pockets in that massive purse you carry?
I am thoroughly disgusted.
Screw you guys, I’m going to bed.