Wendy McClure

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  1. Oh man, that is awesome.

    But Wendy, if you were that guy– honestly, wouldn’t you have made that “with your car” joke, too? Too easy! And then, wouldn’t you have kind of wanted to high-five some one? Like, just a little bit?

    I mean, I’m just saying is all.

  2. Great story! Maybe there’s a new Hells Angels romance genre in there somewhere. I bet you’ll never look at a crotch rocket the same again.

  4. Another great essay in the Times!
    I saw your name and felt so proud!
    Your friends in Milwaukee are high-fiven each other for you!

  5. Great story! I, too, have a hard time picturing knocking bikes over as being a form of flirtation. 🙂

  6. That is hilarious! You have the most interesting life, I swear! Stuff like this NEVER happens to me. I guess I should start crashing into stuff to liven it up a bit! LOL Enjoyed the read!

  7. Just when I thought your stories couldn’t possibly be more visually entertaining you toss in a Robin Zander reference!

  9. hey Wendy

    my best girl has been haranguing me to read your blog for months (her teeny-tiny little ass is more into technology than my big round fat one), and now that i have i SWEAR i’ll never go back!!! i’ve added your blog to my favourites list, and now feel deliciously confident that i can get my daily quotient of bitching, swearing, and culture-skewering in, without even having to leave the house!!!

    i had to go to your ‘body’ archive, not because i’m not delighted that you’re happy with Chris and that your ex-neighbour got rid of his beastly chick(sooo scary with the madly jealous collision-as-flirtation philosophy, agreed!), but just to start at the beginning-ish, y’know? well, i laughed so loud i scared my cats away; i’m fucking THRILLED that you exposed the obnoxious repulsive pigfartishness of those bastard anti-Dove men with their ‘the only time i want to see thighs that plump is in my KFC bucket’ (although do you know that neither of your links for said fuckers work?); and my best girl will be tickled pink that, by reading your Tyra Banks in a fat suit entry, i was even led over to the Television Without Pity site – her second favourite cyber hang-out, after your site of course. also, your suggestion of Fundamentalist pharmacies as free baby-sitting services for overburdened parents is pretty much perfect.

    thanks for my first deep, jiggly belly-laugh of the day, and the delicious anticipation of many, many more. kudos for the beautiful-looking blog, too. oh, and last thing: are these headliners at the top of my computer screen (Pound>>”One of the WORSE (sic) i have ever read!”) comments from other readers? if so, WTF? what’s with the one where someone accuses you of ‘not being a nice person’? like, hello, as if you’re not spilling over with adorableness!

  10. For some reason, the part about the motorcyle’s “thorax” just tickled me. I pointed out a motorcycle to my boyfriend after I read your article and said, “Hey honey, look it’s the thorax.” Luckily, he thought it was cute.

  12. Now all I can think of is that scene in “Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure” where Pee-Wee knocks over all the motorcyles. Like, he just wanted to meet the big, hairy biker dudes? Oh, wait…that’s probably true. Hee.

  14. Just found your blog, after stumbling across January 2006 Glamour while I was getting a pedicure – yea, I get pedicures – so what. Actually, I am too fat to _comfortably_ reach my toes for extended periods, so I get my toes done.

    I love your blog and I love that story. I am hooked on you.

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