“Yeah, that’s right, I said I like D’Angelo. It’s good fuckin’ music.”
“The way that guy looked at me directly violated the rules of Club Celibacy.”
“Couldn’t shake me.”
“Just like my vagina.”
Real live polygamists at Walmarts!
“Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a shaved sack.”
“Know what sounds good?”
“VAGINA!”
“He thinks you’re cute.”
“That’s because I am cute.”
“It’s weird watching a cat lick his own butthole.”
“Mommm! What’s for dinner?”
“Buttholes!”
“I could really go for some buttholes.”
“I baked a cake for you. In my pants.”
“Remember when you made me reverse 1/2 a mile in my car for a ‘Dangerous Curves’ sign and I wrecked my car? Wait, that’s because it hasn’t happened yet.”
smell yo dick
what a splendid idea!
I love yous!
Crystal,
Splendid indeed!
sdragoc,
I miss you.
I hate (love) you – and now I just figured out who sdragoc was………..I hate (love) you too!Cannot wait for August!
After reading this, I’m pretty sure that it’s time for another date! Woo hoo!
Zanny,
I can’t wait for August either!!!
meggypoo,
Definitely!
Yeah, a good three day weekend was had by all.
Were you at the WalMart in Riverton? It’s awful close to Bluffdale and I think there’s some of those polygamistses there…
Needs more salt.
Pants!
No! Don’t go to Walmart! No!
Love this post!
I wonder. How long does it take to bake a cake a pair of pants?
Wal-Mart smells like Rue McClanahan’s vagina.