You know whats awesome? Puddles. Walking home from Cunard, staring at my iPod, and stepped into a nice, fat, delicious foot deep puddle. I jumped up like a mexican bean onto safe ground. From pleasant surprise, of course. I looked back at puddle and laughed. ”Oh, puddle,” me says. ”you’re so funny, lets make love.” So I walked home with soggy shoes, and along the way, they turned into ice. You know, that was so fun, I’m gonna do it again tomorrow. Thanks fucky puddle, you made my day. <333
—What? Who could bitch about puddles?!
This article appears in Jan 29 – Feb 4, 2009.
Don’t blame the puddle, blame your ipod, with its sweet delicious music-y offerings.
Or, just blame yourself. That’d work too.
Watch where you are going fucktard !!
I want to know how this bitch got posted. I and several other people have been trying without success for days to post bitches, and when you click submit, you just get looped back to the “submit a bitch” page. Over and over. What’s your secret, Puddlejumper?
Hard up for material for the Bitch? Why in the hell would you blame the inanimate puddle for YOUR stupid mistake and subsequent frozen foot? Watch where you’re going dumb-ass.
OP, did you end up making love to the puddle?
I was walking on a certain university campus last night (which, btw was MUCH better with their ice removal than HRM) and I didn’t see a puddle and stepped right into it. It really didn’t look like a puddle. it was a dip in the pathway I hadn’t noticed and it was kinda like when you get to the top of the stairs but think there’s one more stair. Kind of a shock, but at least I know now my new shoes are waterproof 😛
I was scrolling down and intially thought the title said “Fucking Beautiful Blondes”.
Oh, was I wrong.
How exactly is one supposed to make love to puddles? If it involves something freezing afterwards, leave me out.
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