I was thinking about it and it's quite a lot.
I could tell you, but who would believe me?
But the list was god-damn nice.
I still remember the Yoga Instructor's last words before she lost it on a very innocent Noodles.
"So who did you vote for?"
My reply?
"Whhhhhhhaaaaaaaaat?"
Then 2 hours of screaming at me, driving back from Davis with a wall of texts, several angry emails etc.
Followed by 3 days of silence and then a flood of anger that makes me shudder in my gentle frail lithe body.
But damn she had a gorgeous rack.
This was my price for loving Trump!
That orange fucker owes me a sushi dinner and an angry hand job!