Saira is a neverending fountain of suggestions of what my next strip should be about. This wasn't one of them. I went to a wedding with Siara this weekend, and I damn well should have known better. I don't even go to MY family's weddings, so what the fuck possessed me to go to this one? Love? God help me, I think so. That's why it was so painful. Oh, and there WILL be a strip about it. Word is bond. I got a lot acomplished this weekend, and I think that might make me a pussy. Sound a little extreme? You be the judge: I hung up some drapes first thing on Friday night. Then I went to Home Depot and changed the foundation of the six foot scratching post/ferret playground that I built so that we can get in there and clean it out. Then we went out and bought a dishwasher from Craig's list. Not pansy enough? Well, this strip was made in a washateria, where I went to clean our bed's comforter. Oh, yeah. I'm feeling like a sissy motherfucker right now. I am in desperate need of a strip club.
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