So we somehow survived the most epic storm that straight came out of nowhere. Good thing it pretty much completely screwed up my plans for the entire night. Jen & Sarah - call me back babes...I tried to get there, but the storm and booze got in the way. I heart you. Also - totally wrecked my Vixens plans. And I missed the after party. Anyway...magic ensued per usual anyway.
The words coming out of our mouths are brilliant:
-Are you crying? Good. It's ok to cry, we'll use your tears for lubrication.
-Big Head smashed my toe.
-Yeah? Well Big Head smashed my life.
-I'm gonna fuck you up cunt.
-Can you pretend for one minute that you're a human being and you'd care if this happened to you?
-This is the circle of trust. Don't abuse it.
-What is this? The Zulu Nation?
-I'm bleeding. It's ok, just rub it in.
-We should just cut off our tits. No tits is the new black.
-It's ok to be racist where she lives.
-What is this? A dungeon?
-It's the slungeon.
-Take that carpet square out of the window.
-Place the lotion in the muthafuckin basket.
-Can I smell yo dick?
-I'm the same dude I've always been.
-Yeah. An asshole and a liar.
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