The Stranger said, in that cult favorite The Big Lebowski, “Sometimes you eat the bear, and sometimes, well, he eats you.”
Yesterday the bear was chewing me up, spitting me out and crapping in my Jimmy Choo’s. I’m still not completely recovered. I set out a trap ’cause I’m not one of them gals that’ll tolerate bearshite for very long… not when my Choo’s are involved. The evil bastage is still rootin’ around… shoulda known he could smell I was pokin’ around in the garbage.