  When you wake up with an ass throbbing head pounding ache, its about the same time you commit to that resolution of never getting wasted again. And so last night, when they were at the urlLink sexy boys place (who still owes her Arbys and nude pictures), she very intelligently only had little to drink but much to get silly over. Because shes already plugged in one half of the duo, heres urlLink the other one that had to keep Mr. Happy away from Mr. Peepee while being the asshole. Who plus also gave her the obligatory bonus hug at the endWhoop. Whoop. They stumbled and laughed over tits and obscene amounts of lard ass to be voluntarily chosen to be put into a film and sniffed ginger and peach-something-something shampoo as the dirty eye was given when remarked at how airport-ty the place smelled. Nevermind that extra painful lengths with scented candles and a single solitary pink rose (yes, I noticed) were taken to unmask the We're just frat boys in a bachelor pad mask. The chauvinist that didnt stay long enough to watch the girl kick urlLink fancypants behind in Halo as the tetestrone level was being pumped out to balance out the whining bitching blockbuster customers in his head.
He might have very well found his match though :P as he knocks at five am to show the new code hes deciphered. Ah, and sweet bliss in giggling myself silly at the clink of every bottle on the table proceeds to naming that Amys my favorite and various other more interesting rules that result with everybody getting more and more happy. Minus the long-winged cockatiel and the missed silence of Yen-Yen the chinese-american Eskimo rubbing up against me, it was a good one. But damnit, still no smiley-faced waffles pancakes.. Hmph. :P urlLink "Valentine's Day. VD. Venereal Disease. no coincidence. " 
