Are you trying to Garfunkel me?

Why is it every time I look like a lesbian firefighter, that’s when Metro Prince (thus renamed) does a drive-by? I mean, honestly. The days I’m coiffed and captivating, where is he? It’s getting to be ri-goddamn-diculous. This morning he prances by like a purple pony. I felt the whiplash in my proverbial, let meContinue reading “Are you trying to Garfunkel me?”