Despite feeling a little jowly lately, this idea is more where I’m headed for an uplifting experience. Much like another Watchung Plaza hug-by-signage, this sign, found outside the Pat Gail Gallery, reminds me that it’s all good. Or, if it’s not – it reminds me that I have control over how I perceive my surroundings.
Kristin blogs about Montclair and its environs at the semi-ironically named That Unique Weblog.









Call me Gouda. So I’m signing up for jowl removal, eye-bag removal, botox, liposuction and steroid weight training. (I’m on the fence about breast enhancements.) By Oct 29, I’ll have the body of Arnold Schartzeneggar and the face of Michael Jackson circa 1995.
Go for the breast enhancements, Walleroo. In this day and age, it’s go buxom or go home.
From now on my new motto is: buxom or bust.
Liz is paying for mine.
Liz is paying for mine.
With that third job I’m getting.
Maybe we can get a Baristanet discount for jowl removal somewhere? If enough of us show up?
This has now become, as Arlo Guthrie would say, a movement–the Walleroo Breast Enlargement Massa-cree–and we’re going to sing it next time it comes around here on the git-tar, one more time, with feeling…
I have some super-grip tape that works really well on holding back the jowls for five minutes. It stings coming off though. And it might take some fur off of Walleroo’s jowls.
Liz get four jobs or five it really does not matter to me cuz Mama wants a new set of cha-chas!!!!