"a shit talking lil puddle slut" I tell ya, the names people call each other. I couldnt help it, but when I saw this one, I had to sit down and laugh, literally LOL.
This one was written in an interview over some slight, AND put right into the article verbatim in the little newpaper they have here.
And you wonder why people kill each other here. If someone wouldve called me that, I wouldve died of laughter. Must mean something big and bad in this culture I have found myself in. The only thing lacking here ARE PUDDLES...this is the desert. When you get 100+ degrees with single digit humidity, aint no dam puddle going to survive that.
I am sorry if this offends anyone, but when ya get old, some things that are not funny to anyone else are in fact hilarious.
Take for instance, " I stepped on a goats head and hopped all the way from the mail box to the fence...." Now, unless you have ever done just that, you got some gosh awful mental picture of some poor goat getting stomped on. A goats head is the desert version of sandburs, only much smaller, you dont see them, they have hooks on the end of their stabbers and they hurt like hell. You would think you have some big ol flaming dagger hanging out of your foot and its a teeny tiny, not much begger than a pebble POS and you are frozen where you stand, hanging on to what ever is there to avoid embedding it deeper. The hubby actually came out to see what I was doing and bout stood on his head trying to find it and when he pulled it out, I swear you could hear an audible pop!
It is hot out there, gonna stay in the house where I belong. One learns real fast why the siesta then fiesta.