The Evil Twins of Florida: Curb and DB

DarkPassage_06-copy

Bitter?  Florida is anger – very angry…Trumpcare /Traitors…

Florida is famousfor an Aging demographic. Seniors have time to think, talk, and Vote.10393941_1575977282640664_4067056485906082171_n

 

“The vote by Diaz Balart and Curbelo will be felt here more than in most places around the country. A Kaiser Family Foundation study demonstrates that Miami has the highest concentration of Obamacare users in the nation. More than 365,000 human beings stand to lose health care if the plan Diaz Balart and Curbelo voted for — which still has a long way to go to become law — passes the Senate and is then sent to the president for his signature.

  As stated, “Diaz Balart and Curbelo don’t care about you. They’ll tell you they do. They DON’T! Or else why would they vote to place thousand of their district constituents in harms way?”

curbelo-diaz-balart-685x342-2

The Good NEWS: Kicked to the Curb, Curbelo

“He should know he wrote his political death certificate with that vote last week. Because we are hell-bent on turning that district blue in 2018,” said Mike Williams, the founder of Indivisible Miami, the local chapter of a new group that sprung up since the election as the left’s answer to the Tea Party.

Bitter

Mother, may I? Yes, you may grow pot…

Crazy Florida does it again: – You can grow medicinal marijuana… 

You can’t Smoke it….

12072688_10207577573534826_7171524270312776392_n

Crazy Florida! Is there an underground magnet Attracting Cuckoos?

 

“…And, this being Florida, the Republican-crafted bill bans smokable weed, creates a state-controlled cartel of legal cannabis farms, and pisses off medicinal marijuana advocates across the Sunshine State. Today that terrible bill — HB 1397 — passed the House by a 105-9 margin.” Miami New Times

 

 Florida: state-controlled cartel of legal cannabis farms

old

“None of us thought Florida was this corrupt”

See Here

 

via Daily Prompt: None

Klaus, the psychic to the stars, plays with a full deck

You don’t need a crystal ball…

Myammy! Moving in together at 50...

3b56c47

Klaus, the psychic to the stars, had a hunch about dating

After a two year sabbatical from the Wide Wonderful World of Internet Dating, Erin decided to consult with Klaus, the “Psychic to the Stars”, as to whether she should get back in the game. Divorced for three years, had already been the Poor Little Match.com girl once, enjoyed a flurry of dates, met a passel of men and said made a lot of ‘friends’. And, she met Dennis.

Whoa! He had an Altar Ego

Erin dated Dennis for three wonderful months. It took that long for her to fully realize he was in a huge rush to the altar. Any altar – with any one. It was too much, too soon for her. They parted amicably. Next.

playing cards
She booked an appointment and was finally seated across from the famous Klaus; a small, marble-topped, table between them. After shuffling an over-sized deck of faded and…

View original post 239 more words

Florida Billboard: boosting Brazilian Butt Lift? Seriously?

 The billboard across from the mall on Biscayne Blvd in Miami read:

 

“Hey! Look at me! Brazilian Butt Lift only $4999″*

 

Stunned – I snapped a photo of the billboard – while driving  …and this is what I shot…IMG_0248

*Imagine, children,  a huge billboard –  

with a “Before” photograph of two old saggy – buns next to another photograph  of  an  

“After” photograph of two 20-year old buns.

You get the picture. Welcome to South Florida…

“My parents didn’t want to move to Florida,

but they turned sixty and that’s the law.”

Jerry Seinfeld

She thought she said ‘gray’

birthday-cards-owl-quote-2Lori was an avid bicyclist. She belonged to two long-distance clubs and they travelled. There were five other single women in the group. Yes, they were competitive and a bit aggressive – however the women had a bond. They were all – nonchalantly- on the look out for: Rodney Right- Mr Big – The One.

Most of the men in the group were married, engaged or rabid riders who only kept track of their time.

One Saturday, the group pulled over in a huge park and stopped to have a bite to eat  (Quest Bars and Water.) Lori noticed a friend from work across the park and peddled over.

Her pal, Suzanne was with a large group of men and Lori  was intrigued.  She spent 30 minutes chatting with Suzanne and rapidly meeting a passel of people. Then, her group was off and she caught  up with them. 

Janelle, the loud girl in the group yelled back to Lori that they guys looked pretty “Gray” code for: old and not available. Lori kept quiet. There were a two men who were very friendly and handsome.

The next day, Lori called her new-best-friend Suzanne, to chat and really to ask about the very cute, older, guy in he turquoise blue riding ensemble. Mr Salt and Pepper Hair had been very attentive to Lori. Suzanne was out riding her bike when she answered Lori’s call.

Above a cacophony of street noises they chatted. Before Suzanne hung up – Lori asked about the cute older guy. And she heard he was “Gray.” Click.

No problema. She liked older men.

It took several phone calls, a little Google research,  and time before our friend Lori realized Mr McDreamy  was Gay not Gray.

Next!

bad-photos12

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Gray

 

 

What on Earth were you thinking?

Earth

Thou shalt not Flirt?

6938096235_c3cdbd552a_o-2

The Annual He-She Man Hating Club – Non Flirting Branch – were quite pleased with themselves.

The six card-carrying members had attracted four young women who might, perhaps join.  Club members served tea and finger sandwiches while they espoused their views on men, mating, dating and flirting.

The singular most important rule pertained to Not Flirting in Public. The Club members proudly performed their Club song:

 Rooty toot toot, Rooty toot toot! We are the girls from the Institute!

We don’t flirt – we don’t kiss- we don’t hug – we do things like no one does.

Rooty toot toot, Rooty toot toot! We are the girls from the Institute!

We hold hands, walk by your side and smile all the a while.

Behind closed doors, we do what we want, with whom,

and take the secrets to the  tomb. Rah!

Membership had been down – the members were dying to attract new women. Many had called – out of curiosity-  and none had joined.

In time, the Non-Flirting Club evaporated and no one spoke of it again.

The only lingering evidence was the picture.

Pleased