HarleyQuinn

I was furious over the comments made by the "Expats". @mamadrama and @OrchidThief, hey, ya'll! Nothing is more beautiful than the Blue Ridge in fall. Speaking as a Small Town North Carolina girl, WE READ, WE WRITE, WE EVEN GET ALONG WITH EACH OTHER! Batman wanted to know how I could have let the Expats in the yard to see all the chains and cages. Did anyone else notice all the so called Expats had the exact same accents? Expats? No. Stage Hands? Yes.

Perhaps I am rehashing old material, but someone posted on Reddit that Tania created a GoFundMe account to pay for her trip to go harass the Cartel...uh...her one month spiritual trip for "Sacred Womb and Shadow Healing". WTF??? Now, seeing as I am a middle aged Harley, and have dwelt way too long in the depths of Arkham Asylum, I was already befuddled she could afford to be away from a job for a month. How could she possibly keep up the payments on that sweet ass shed? So I asked the late Mr. J's and my five much more enlightened daughters what exactly is Sacred Womb and Shadow Healing. Daughter # 1-Mom, sounds like new age fuckery to me. Daughter # 5-Moooooommmmm, you can't say that! You're questioning another person's mental well being! (This one is still in college, learning to be extremely liberal) So, I plied the question to Mr. HarleyQuinn, hereby known as Batman. Batman, giving me the side look-I don't give a shit, but I can say this. No one is going near your sacred womb space but me.

Long, long time lurker, stepping in to applaud all of you for making mine and the soon-to-be Mr. HarleyQuinn's lunch hours very freaking enjoyable. Mr. HarleyQuinn owns a car dealership, and as soon as we saw the tricked out GT, he jumped online and began cursing at the TV, "He can't buy a fucking hair cut but can buy a half million dollar car. Bullshit. LEASED!" That couch? That $14,000 eyesore needs to be here with all us in Arkham Asylum because that pattern would drive anyone out of their gourd. If I'm stupid enough to pay $14,000 for a couch, in a home with two young children (adorable and so well mannered as they are), then that couch better get up and do my laundry while no one is sitting on it. Hell, it better replace that horrid chandelier while it's up. Tania makes me want to bazooka the TV. Go on, chick, learn how to cure cancer with peppermint oil, a river stone, and the contents of a goat's stomach. We'll wait. Hold up! Instead of that, why don't you take Biology 101 and find out what really happens to your eggs.