Culture on the Cheap
Cat Call du Jour: 168 Meserole Street
As I tried to go to sleep Monday night, my husband (in his infinite sensitivity) asked:
So how does it feel to be (excised) years old?
Nothing says “I love you” like reminding your missus that she is eight months older than you on her birthday. Way to go, Mr. Heather!
Thankfully, I made the acquaintance of a few chaps at 168 Meserole Street yesterday who didn’t treat me like an old skag. They voiced their interest in yours truly by whistling at me.
I strongly recommend that any woman who is need of a quick self-esteem boost walk by this building. Trivialities such as basic human dignity mean nothing to these fellas; they’ll howl at you like the sexy beast you really are (underneath those sweat pants)!
And once they have sated their manly urges they’ll even play a rousing game of peek-a-boo with you.