Nobody Flashes Red Hair & Henny Youngman
Nobody Flashes
It’s that time of year again, when even people who live in the one up from bottom bogy brown take a few days off of her usual ‘opinions’.
Yes, I will be getting away from the absurdity of the daily insanity which seems to have taken over the planet for a few days.
Can you blame me? 
I mean— I just bought some milk from a woman who had RED hair. I mean, RED hair. She was black, and it actually looked good on her.
“Is that your real hair?” I asked.
“Well, my sister weaved it in…”
“It looks real.” I said. And she did look cute.
There you go. I have now gotten used to blue, pink, red, purple hair. And what does that mean?
It means: I need a short vacation.
And short it will be. I’ll be back later on this week. Without red hair, but be sure, I will get all my real choice words I have at the moment for John McCain, out while I’m gone.
The MOON is going to hear me complain about that asshole. I don’t know what makes him tick, but I hope it’s a time bomb. (Old Henny Youngman joke.)
Sorry, somebody had to say it.
In the meantime, I hope everyone is not letting the idiots of the world spoil their summer.
Back soon….
Joyanna
