We broke down two times in the last three weeks. My good buddies Gil and Mo helped with Veganville deliveries, and my friend Jo even lent us a car for a week. But then Psycho boy told me yes it was indeed a miracle that the junk mobile was running again. I am fond of miracles so I believed Larry's insane diatribe. After all, I'm not too wrapped myself. So when the junker went up in smoke somewhere in the ghetto across from Triple A Ripple Liquors, I had to hoof it over to Tina's. Blisters be damned I had to get my freaking roots done. I love my new doo as usual, but my feet are a red mass of bubbles. Head to toe beauty is not happening in this package. I won't tell you what else went down, but suffice it to say I had a monster of a week.
|His name is Lint. Told ya cute right?|
And these are the backsides of a gang of "Mopeys"
And if all this cuteness was not enough, Susmitha is quite the vegan chef. Can't do a blog without some food porn thrown in.