Straight out of Cosmpolitan magazine's punk-rock-lesbian sex/scandal gossip column. That's what my week's felt like. Highs, lows, wait-I-actually-wanted-to-be-getting-with-your-best-friends, wait-just-kidding-about-thats, juke-box-rockings, pool-cue-slingings, beer-guzzlings, we-should-talks, why-aren't-you-spending-the-nights?, the works.
The weekend was more of the same, except less with the scandal and more with the liberty caps and stimulants.
In other news, Imagoldfish remains my favorite beacon of sanity, hilarity, and tomfoolery. It's a good thing my scanner is kind of busted, otherwise you would be completely overwhelmed with our combined awesomeness/sexy-tude. You'd probably end up sleeping with one of us on Sunday then trying to get with the other one on Monday. But your Monday schtick would be shot down because the strength of our BFF love ain't nothing to fuck with. Protect yo' neck. T-Rex and Cupcake, we are the storm.
The weekend was more of the same, except less with the scandal and more with the liberty caps and stimulants.
In other news, Imagoldfish remains my favorite beacon of sanity, hilarity, and tomfoolery. It's a good thing my scanner is kind of busted, otherwise you would be completely overwhelmed with our combined awesomeness/sexy-tude. You'd probably end up sleeping with one of us on Sunday then trying to get with the other one on Monday. But your Monday schtick would be shot down because the strength of our BFF love ain't nothing to fuck with. Protect yo' neck. T-Rex and Cupcake, we are the storm.
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I need to get back to work myself.
I can relate. I accidentally became not single three times in recent months.