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!