Saturday, August 25, 2007

LAND OF THE BLAND

I am in Minneapolis for my annual summer vacation. I have plenty to write about...such as why does every woman in the state of Minnesota have a lesbianonic "bob" haircut? Gross. I mean, it's very unfuckable.

More to come of my unhappy stay in Minneapolis tomorrow.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Why do you care? You wouldn't fuck them anyway....And if you hate Minneapolis so much why go there? And even with a haircut like that they are probably getting more action than you.Maybe Minneapolis residents don't want you there.

Anonymous said...

i prefer to think of it as painfully sensible hair, like easy spirit shoes and handbags from Penneys.susan g. welcome back!

mistermakeup said...

Honey, MM gets plenty of action. I am forced to come here for work and to visit my parents. And who knows, if they didn't have "bobs" I just might fuck them.

Anonymous said...

Funny I work in Downtown Minneapolis and live in mpls and I haven't seen a bob anywhere.Where are you going? Mall of America? Mall of America is full of tourist and it's like Time Square to you we don't go there unless forced.

Anonymous said...

take care of yourself while you away, and hurry back to NYC

Anonymous said...

take care of yourself while you away, and hurry back to NYC

Anonymous said...

http://www.rollcall.com/issues/1_1/breakingnews/19763-1.html

hello MM, was this dude trying to get your attention in the airport bathroom?

I see y'all know how to entertain yourselves in minnesota. damn!

Anonymous said...

Oh please who are you kidding MM??? You wouldn't touch a woman with a ten foot pole.I have known you tooooooooooo long to fall for that. Love Ms Spence...Your friend in mpls with no bob.

mistermakeup said...

I do love the minneapolis airport bathroom - so much fun. LOL.

Charlie Hobart said...

First our bridges collapse, now aging, hypocritical Republicans are apparently trolling our public restrooms for gay sex. What else can go wrong in my town this summer?

As if airports weren't bad enough, now I have to worry about the guy in the neighboring stall wanting my shit (pun intended).