FRIDAY! (DON’T SLASH MY BUTT)
I’m so happy it is Friday. I don’t even care if I might need an oxygen tank and a gallon of water to make it to the metro in this weather or that my social calendar is about as interesting as that of a 90 year old, minus the BINGO, it is Friday.
Also today: excellent coverage of the butt slasher of Fairfax Mall in VA by the DC news stations. Not surprisingly, he’s actually referred to in the media as the butt slasher. But then again, why wouldn’t he? What else would you call him? The tushy terrorist? You can’t call him Ass Slasher or joke about how he’s after a piece of ass or whatnot. It ain’t right.
Anyway, I don’t know how many conversations I’ve had about this guy that’s terrorizing the asses of unsuspecting shoppers in Forever 21s and Marshall’s all over Fairfax. It takes me back to the halcyon days of the astronaut diaper lady (she’s out of the Navy now, apparently). Really, what more could you ask for on a Friday?
