you ever find yourself thinking, i wonder what that would taste like dipped in chocolate?
i’m sensing a theme here.
themes are not to be confused with moods.
i love it when you imply sex.
i love it when you imply chocolate.
i have a one track mind.
it just jumped the track.
track down the culprit. he has got to be around here somewhere.
with his track record and all.
i wish i could have been a tracking dog.
well, then i’d have to be a dog.
i don’t want to be a dog.
a tracking person?
are there still tracking people anymore, with gps and all that?
who knows, i get lost all the time.
this week in jenna theatre, while at the free lincoln park zoo in beautiful chicago, il, jenna walks up to the bear exhibit to look for the bears. a woman is there with her significant other.
woman – i don’t see the bear.
man – he’s right there.
woman – this is stupid, he’s not here, he’s like, hibernating or something.
man – they hibernate in the winter.
woman – well, i don’t see no bear.
man – i see him, he’s eating right in front of you.
woman – this zoo is a rip off.
man – it’s free…
woman – so they can just bring us here and show us where a bear would be if a bear was here?
man – but a bear is here, he’s right there.
woman – you always do this to me.
man – do what?
womna- lie to me.
man – about what?
woman – car payments, dinner, everything. now bears!
man – I don’t lie about bears…he’s right fucking there.
jenna – excuse me, would you mind taking my picture in front of the bear?
i do so love a good fight.
but even more so when it’s mine.