Yo, bitches. Shirley here. Kinda. Truth is, I just got back from a hardcore clusterfuckfest: roller derby. At least, I think it was roller derby. I vaguely remember seeing at least one douche in skates.
Anyway.
That’s right, for once I actually took Jackhole Julie’s advice and decided to take my drunken rage to a more organized setting. Because in this week’s pick of mine Julie said a lot of shit that made some real sense. If you have rage, and already have a few restraining orders in your name, and a beatdown of that pansy-ass blonde in your office has zero chance of lasting long enough to get all that anger out, you should do something about it.
And then someone said roller derbies are 21+, so I gave it a shot. Ten shots.
