“Ahrooooo.” Sarah could hear those dirty dingoes retreating ever further, and her heart was black with the realization that there was sand inside her knickers. A bad day? A terrible day it was, even discounting the root canal she had scheduled for the afternoon. At least she had not forgotten her flip-flops; else her feet would have quickly blistered up just like a Jimmy Dean link sausage left too long on some forgotten stovetop. "I think I'll have some cactus juice to ease my burning throat," she thought, in what quickly proved to be yet another costly mistake. "Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch," she cried, temporarily forgetting that the black cotton desert skirt from Lord and Taylor's had set her back half a weeks pay. |
Tragedy in Texas Is A Warning For Us All
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We love to rag on the Unregulated Libertarian Paradise of Texas (the lone
star is their Yelp review) as much as the next lefty blogger, but the flash
flood...
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I didn't know they still sell Dingo boots. Weirdly comforting in a way.
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