you can have anything you want, but you better not take it from me
Nothing makes this middle age suburban housewife feel more bad ass while walking her tiny dog through my cookie-cutter community while wearing sensible shoes and conservative cotton blend slacks and toting a plastic bag full of animal waste than having Guns N' Roses' "Welcome To The Jungle" come on the iPod. I believe this is what you'd see if you looked up the phrase 'living the dream.' In the words of the prophet Rose, "Hungh."
Or something like that.
(sidebar - if you looked up 'humidity' you'd see a picture of me following my walk with hair looking suspiciously like Axl's)
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posted by for a different kind of girl @ 9:14 AM
17 Comments:
Nothing says 'bad-ass' quite like toting a plastic bag full of animal waste. . .
Unless, you know, you start flinging it at passers-by. . .
You are BAD ASS! Rock on with your bad self. The humidity makes me look like Bozo the Clown so at least you resemble a tough guy. You got that going for ya.
It's on my ipod too. Only I just walk myself, no pets included.
I also love it when my shuffle puts on Weezer after GNR.
that whole carrying a plastic bag full of animal waste....yeah, hook me up with some of that...not. but i say run with whatever makes ya feel badass.
HA! You are too much. Have an awesome weekend. Animal waste or not.
A little GNR in your day always makes things better. Bad ass and better.
It's Sunday morning, and I just rocked-the-fuck-out with Axl Rose. I's gonna be a good day, Tater.
I like what Craig said, it true, nothing says bad ass like cleaning up dog dung while taking him for a walk. At least it's a little pep in your stride!
Lynn
Me too. Except Aerosmith.
Wow! Cool!
This is why I choose NOT to live in the 'burbs. Let the animal chips fall where they may, I have no interest in toting it.
Or in middle aged men in plastic pants for that matter ..... :-)
Bad-ass for me is my John Deere B puttin' to Sinatra. Or Adkins ....
But I get you, I really do
I found myself blaring Public Enemy in the minivan today. I feel so dirty.
Cleaning up after the dog is humiliating in a way. You almost need to listen to Cicus music or something.
When did Guns and Rose become classic rock? How is it that the local Classic Rock station is featuring them this weekend? I love them, and most other noisy bands...but it feels like last year when Paradise City came out and we were using pool cues for air guitars in university...I guess 20 years makes them Classic Rock, but when did we get old? Don't you still feel like you did in university?
I know that hair. I've had that hair.
You in the suburban jungle baby. You gonna diiiiieeeeeeeee. Of Booooredoooom.
You are a bad ass!
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