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I Can't Adult

Some days its hard to be a parent or even be an adult. This past week was a hard one trying to get the kids back into the daily school schedule after a long Christmas break. 460 more words

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TMI Tuesday: January 8, 2019

He’s Under Here

Believe Me

New Year. New Hopes. And another new TMI Tuesday. Cheers!

Fill in the blanks.

1. I want to repeat then pete again . 137 more words

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Doors Closed and Doors Opened

Rene:

Our first Christmas together. I wanted everything perfect. Parents gone for a tropical Christmas cruise. But not before we all put up the family Christmas tree in our front room. 1,149 more words

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Dressed For Effect

Ginger Chunks was ready for this holiday party. Her long red hair was silky and immaculately placed in such a way as to perfectly frame the vast expanses of cleavage. 721 more words

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2 - Now When?

Schluuuup

So I watched Judy rise out of bed. I can never take my eyes off of her when she is naked. I know she likes that. 3,503 more words

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Santa Should Be On The Naughty List

I don’t want a lot for Christmas. There’s just one thing I need. Don’t care about the presents, shopping, or a Christmas tree – could we unblur the lines between good and bad? 481 more words

Christmas

mitchteemley reblogged this on Mitch Teemley and commented:

My Featured Blogger this week is a permanent resident of Santa's naught list, the splendidly snarky D. Parker of yadadarcyyada.com. Darcy peppers her witticisms with colorful fonts and gifs galore (not "gifts"--that's jolly old You-Know-Who's department), so if the other blogs you follow are restful and easy on your eyes, bring them here to wake them up again! Warning: Expect to chuckle, lol, and occasionally even snort cocoa (or other holiday beverage of choice) out of your nose (or other dual-chambered proboscis of choice).

Peeing like a Parisian

There are few cities in the world that are romanticised about as much as the capital of the French Republic: Paris.

However, whether you are off on an evening stroll by the Seine, marching down the Champs-Élysées or even standing on the top of the illustrious Eiffel Tower, there is one smell that seems to always be lingering… I’ll give you a hint, it’s not the scent of freshly baked baguettes or unfiltered Gauloises wafting through the air. 503 more words

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