I have another post about Skinny Bitch waiting for an appreciative audience, but because of the American thanksgiving thingie, most of my American friends are still in a turkey-induced coma, or travelling.
This is a black and white image of my beloved Grammie and myself at age sixteen. We were getting down with our bad selves, smoking cornsilk. Kind of like Ma Barker and her daughter-in-law.
I have other, more bad arse images of my Grammie, but I think I’m gonna make you wait for them. I’m evil that way. Now, can somebody please tell me why I don’t mind swearing, but hate to see me swearing on the internet?
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