While I was talking with Anna last night, the Republican party called her and asked to speak to "the man of the house." She told them never to call again and hung up, and then w laughed and griped for a bit. The thing is, they called a couple of months ago and asked the same question to Tracey, the other roommate. She told them that she was the man of the house and that we were all a bunch of hairy pro-choice lesbians and to leave us alone. You'd think they'd get the hint. Who goes around asking for "the man of the house" anyway? Jeez, that's so 1950's.
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