"Throw, Damn You!"

mp finally found her pimptress! we had looked everywhere: under pillows, in trees, at the gym, in all sorts of women's bedrooms... "nope; no pimptress here." my person is a giver, and she'll take one for the team when necessary. it turns out that pimptress has been on the run from the law and holed-up in el paso. she grew a handlebar mustache and now answers to the name "chaco."

that didn't stop the 17 year old celebrating his birthday at the bowling alley from hitting on her last night. he fetched a ball for her, set up our names, and then proceeded to give up his best, sweetie-pie self. later, he used the "you guys come here a lot" line on mp. it was adorable. he was one step away from becoming jacques, ready to grab pimptress-marge and ask her to brunch. "You'd love it, It's not quite breakfast, it's not quite lunch, but it comes with a slice of cantaloupe at the end. You don't get completely what you would at breakfast, but you get a good meal!"


to make pimptress feel better, mp let her win. anything you hear about my person having "her ass handed to her" is exaggerated and an attempt by right-wing conservatives to undermine her authority. that's her story, and she's sticking to it.