In jungle. Send HALP!
In jungle. Send HALP!
Cut to me in Florida.
A manatee can up to say hi to me. God is great!
I’ve been thinking a lot about Gisele Pelicot. Her particularly horrific story makes me wonder what horrible things will come to light someday as privacy falls away and more and more digital debris becomes public and searchable. Most humans at their core are monsters. And that’s really what the Pelicot story is about for me. What is going on in the head of the otherwise boring vanilla people around you? And what if all that was suddenly on display with video and photos? I can’t even imagine what heinous thoughts were going through the heads of some of the demons in my family tree in my formative years. So much darkness and abuse. Praise the lort there were no digital tools to capture it then.
I asked ChatGPT what this was and if I was gonna die soon. She said yes and this looks like a sting and/or allergic reaction. Pretty sure I had a run-in with some critter when I was in the ocean. Never again!
We’re on a boat. Nice knowing y’all! Bye!



Happening
We don’t drink.
We’re in paradise.


Florida dawn. Not missing all the snow pics y’all are posting.
Florida facts!
Ocean at night. Sailors delight.
Out and about

I bought a faberge egg. It matches my eyes.
Hoarder
I think I got stung by something in the ocean. It doesn’t hurt. I put triple antibiotic on it.

We are in a cute little town with palm trees everywhere.
Booze for lunch?
Ugly show update
This story – with photo evidence – will forever bring the cackles! Ha!
Mr. K hasn’t had a sip of booze since 1986. Me on the other hand.
I love this picture of me and WineRag. Who is that slut? Ha ha!
Plus this shark
WineRag. Live footage. I cackled. #SippySip
Glass half full