Excuse me, may I be Frank?

This blog is probably going to rock your face off for a good solid week. Then I will get tired of it and find something better to do, like read recipes for biscuits and gravy or learn new porn sites. Also, it seems it's been more than a week now (two to be exact) so I established an e-mail address for feedback. If you want to give me ideas (and by ideas I mean approval and declarations of jealousy) or that recipe for biscuits and gravy, please do so at excusememayibefrank@yahoo.com.
June 26
folkinz: imagined inner monologue of the cougar i saw on the train today wearing a hot pink banana clip while she was getting ready this morning: “is this dress too much for a friday? i ain’t wasting no more time. fuck no. let me just clip this in. right. here… perfect.  goddamn i look good today. and here i go again on my own, goin down the only road i’ve ever known. like a drifter i was born to walk alone and i’ve made up my mind, i aint wasting no more time. and just one sip of coors light before work.”

folkinz:

imagined inner monologue of the cougar i saw on the train today wearing a hot pink banana clip while she was getting ready this morning:

“is this dress too much for a friday? i ain’t wasting no more time. fuck no. let me just clip this in. right. here… perfect.  goddamn i look good today. and here i go again on my own, goin down the only road i’ve ever known. like a drifter i was born to walk alone and i’ve made up my mind, i aint wasting no more time. and just one sip of coors light before work.”

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