Monday, June 23, 2014, Michelle's MirrorIt’s Only Monday and I’m Already Down So Low It Looks Like Up To Me
If you can explain this in one sentence, consider it a caption contest. If you need a few more paragraphs, feel free to elaborate; I’m certain America will appreciate any insight you can bring.
Here’s Lady M, with the sons Big Guy never had. They don’t call her “Hoochie Mama” for nothin’ you know.
Because who would use hashtags for propaganda
The skeptic is never for real. There he stands, cocktail in hand, left arm draped languorously on one end of the mantelpiece, telling you that he can't be sure of anything, not even of his own existence. I'll give you my secret method of demolishing universal skepticism in four words. Whisper to him: "Your fly is open." If he thinks knowledge is so all-fired impossible, why does he always look? — James Sire (from, The Universe Next Door)