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.