Blame BP


Uh.  FML.  Today’s post was going to be a super awesome. It was going to make you LOL hard when I talked about drinking on a budget.  It would have been full of tips and tricks about boozing on a dime, and maybe I will tomorrow, but today took a turn for the sad and I can’t stop obsessing about the oil spill.

This article made me cry at work and this one makes me want to quit my job, cash out my 401(k) and move to Costa Rica until the end of the world, which is imminent.  (I think the Mayans were onto something, so smoke ‘em if you got ‘em because it doesn’t matter.) 

I would pay a trillion dollars to Eternal Sunshine the following mental images: dolphins frolicking in oil slick waters, dead whales floating in the Gulf, birds retreating into marshland to die and last, but not least, the disintegration of the motherfucking sea floor.  Hai! 

I hate this so bad and there’s nothing I can do about it except ask y’all to join this locally grown Facespace page and attend their fundraiser in July and donate two or three pennies.  Happy reading, bitches. I can’t even muster up a “!” at the end of “bitches”, so you know it’s bad.


2 thoughts on “Blame BP

  1. I don’t mean to sound like an asshole because I am all for charities but I think BP should cover the cost of “Cleaning up the Gulf”

  2. Thanks for mentioning Gulf Give RVA! BP is supposed to cover the cost, but we need independent, reputable organizations to follow their progress and ensure effective and responsible clean up.

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