It’s raining cats and dogs. What kind of a fucked up expression is that anyway? No it’s not. It’s raining water. Fucking cold ass water. So cold it’s switching between snow, rain and hail. I propose a change of the expression. “It’s raining assloads of fucking cold water.” Yeah, that.
In Sweden we don’t have Walmart. So we’ve been spared the “Walmart People” for a long time. But apparently it’s making it’s way across the pond and sneaking in to establishments not even remotely close to Walmart. Today it happened. The woman in front of me at the local grocery store had pyjama bottoms on.
You know what? I draw the line right there. That is not ok. Sweatpants is fine. Pyjama bottoms is not. The line is right there, in between the two. You do not go outside your door with pyjamas on. Unless your house is on fire. Ok? Ok.
… you blow your nose so hard it goes right through the paper and in to your cleavage.