Step up, San Francisco cat ladies, and give that poor pooch some much needed attention! While chez Judy, you can check out the bourgeois Bradyesque shithole and report back to your beloved Gilly. Who’s willing to do the lord’s work?
In other news, Donkey would like to thank her lone client, her girl Neeta, who never met a family member she didn’t eagerly exploit.
Bottom Picture: We’ll call it “Fillers Extraordinaire!”
Update: Such a tease and such a writer! I was riveted by Judy’s use of cliché in the opening sentence. Why hasn’t a major publishing house signed this promising Pynchon?
Busted Donkey! What in God’s name is that face going to look like at age 40?
Update, Part Deux:
The Sad Sweater Club is taking a vacation from vacation-itis!
Widestance Memory Lane: