never underestimate a woman in heels.
never wear heels to a rally.
head, shoulder, heels and toes.
i cannot wrap my head around someone being called a heel.
especially when they are being an ass.
it can take time to heal your heel.
heal thyself with vodka.
behold the healing powers of a woman in heels.
i hate voting.
it's not that i don't have an opinion.
everyone knows i do.
it's the negative campaigning that i don't like.
which is weird, because normally i love a good bitch fight.
it is better to receive than give.
i got a catalog to give a goat.
i don't want to give a goat.
i don't know anything about the people who are taking the goat.
are they part of a goat fighting ring?
i have no way of knowing if i am perpetuating goat on goat violence.
as a humanitarian, i just can’t put myself in that position.
i’d send a cock, but what kind of message would that be sending?
this week in jenna theatre, jenna is at home when the phone rings for the 15th time that day.
jenna – hello?
woman – hi, i’m just calling to remind you to vote!
woman – when what?
jenna – when should i vote?
woman – tomorrow.
jenna – i am really busy tomorrow, any chance we could move voting to friday?
woman – um, no, tomorrow is voting day.
jenna – how about thursday? i have thursday’s off.
woman – well, no, it’s tomorrow.
jenna – that’s so weird. why haven’t i heard anything about this?
woman – well, it’s been on the news and we’ve made several phone calls to this number.
jenna – this number? no way. i mean, i just wish there had been some kind of clue. something on tv maybe.
woman – um, well, there has been a lot of stuff on tv this year. it’s a big election for chicago.
jenna – it is? weird. just wish someone had said something. thank you.
if only there had been endless tv campaigns, newspaper campaigns and telephone campaigns, then i might have known….
yeah, i know i’m a bit of an ass sometimes…
or am i a heel?