Random quips of a couple of The Lost Girls, the all female band that Blar Umlaut trips onto in the first book of the series “It Really IS Rocket Science”. (bhbranham.wordpress.com)
Warning: Some quips are quite definitely Not Safe For Work or even Not Safe Around Some Adults.
Am not always bitch. Just kidding, go fuck yourself.
Am so many types of bitches, I have lost count. Fuck you.
Today’s forecast is cloudy, with 100% chance of fuck you.
H’okay, is truth. Regretfully admit only reason I would get large idiot out of bed would be to fuck him on the floor.
God damned air is cold! Hurts my face. Why the fuck am I living where stupid fucking air hurts my face?!
Dear hell gods, grant me patience to endure all window-licking,
crayon-eating, helmet-wearing fucktards I shall encounter today!
A good man can make you feel sexy, strong, and able to take on the whole world … wait, sorry … that’s whiskey. Whiskey does that.
I’m off to the gym! I think my awesome personality needs a banging shiny body to go with it!
Dryer lint. The cremated remains of missing socks.
Sorry? What was that? I was busy imagining having sex with you.
We all cope in different ways. I like sex and being awesome.
That one may be prettier. That one may be taller. But I’m way fucking cooler.