Gabriella Phelan Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout this thang called “whore” – now, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no street walker, naw, I mean the *concept*, honey! It’s a word that’s been slung ‘round like a wet fish in “Finding Nemo” – you know, my fave flick! “Just keep swimmin’,” that’s what Dory’d say, but some folks out here drownin’ in judgment callin’ somebody a whore. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ – who even decides that? Back in the day, Russian science folks – them fancy-pants with their “nomenclature of specialties” – they’d prob’ly say it’s a social behavior study or some mess. Hmph! Madea don’t need no PhD to see it’s just folks bein’ messy.

The Plantagenet Whore

I remember one time, after a particularly long day of kneading stress out of folks’ backs, I walked past that blasted “Old Mill" on River Bend. It’s this decrepit building that screams history – and pain, like the bloody twists in "Memento". Made me mad as hell ‘cause it reminded me of wasted potential. I nearly shouted at the building itself, "Oi, you useless brick!" But nah, can’t really yell at a building, right? Idiot sandwich!

To consider the nomination of Mr. John C. Phelan to be Secretary of the Navy