The One Where I Ride a Bull

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Dear baby jesus, this is what unemployment does to me.

Your favorite, punk rock HR diva rode a mechanical bull on Saturday night.

  • In Michigan.
  • At a country bar.
  • While wearing wide-leg black pants, fishnet trouser socks, and a crazy-print shirt.
  • After drinking martinis and eating tapas.
  • Looking totally out-of-place.
  • With a shot of tequila in her system.

Dudes, all I could think about were germs. There were girls on that bull who may not have worn underwear. I wanted to ask, “Can we clean this bull with a Clorox wipe before I mount it?”

Pictures are blurry but I thought you might enjoy them.







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