franksgirl

i gatta job. wooooohoooo!

here some material for pat: it's at a sushi bar. o.k. here come the fish jokes.

yes i know what fish smell like, and yes pat, i know that my VAGINA smells like fish and yes i know how ironic that is. are you good? can i move on? o.k.

so i'm a workin girl now. that means money and money means sex. well every thing means sex realy. sorry, i have a dirty whorish mind.

so pat's house was mucho de' funno. i didn't get sick this year but i did get banged out like a bent fender up against pats bedroom door. till his mom came up the stairs to see if i was o.k. cause it was taking me an awful long time to get my bathing suit on. hmmmmmm.

pat's mommy is the coolest mommy. i take lots of advice from her home with me evry tme i visit. she's one of those rock 'em sock 'em robot kinda ladies that you wouldn't want to cross but always want to hug. (she has nice boobies) but she's an awsome lady who knows what she wants and who to kill to get it.
with a great shoe collection and a love for heated swimming pools.

uh o, my daughter is currently naked with toothpaste. gatta run.


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