They, Perhaps, Did Not Forsee This

Sandwich board on Seventh Avenue in the 20s. 5:53 p.m., August 27, 2009.

"Sometimes I feel like my boobs are attacking me."

Anonyfriend: Sometimes I feel like my boobs are attacking me.

McBickle: ZOMG. What does this mean.

Anonyfriend: They're pushed up today.

McBickle: Mrs. Ladyfriend says: Holy shit.
Mrs. Ladyfriend: Holy shit. Ain’t never felt that way.

Anonyfriend: And I feel like they're creeping up.

McBickle: You wear ’em high.

Anonyfriend: Just looked down and was like, “Leave me alone.”

Accidental Photo Taken Last Night

Thy Will Be Done...(Fur)

Mza just tuned in her IM channel to me:

Mza: Bleeg. Splarg.
McBickle: Bloop

She wanted to show me a possible vacation rental:

Mza: Oy, there are SUCH pretty houses on that site.
McBickle: Oy.
Mza: Like, rehabbed old Cape Cod beach cottages. Love. This one is newer and a little farther from the beach but it's cheap. Is it further or farther, in that context?
McBickle: Farther. Think "far."
Mza: In what context do you think "fur?"
McBickle: Often.
Mza: Please post that on your blog.
McBickle: OK.