Ok. Guilty confession time.
Guilty confession #1: Although I some day dream of living in a big city, right now, I want to move to the suburbs when I am thirty (you know, after the whole gay-death thing)—thank god that won’t be for another 10 years. I will take pictures of my furniture, my dog wearing silly hats, bike races, my lawn, and family get-togethers. Is that so wrong? For an example of my unbridled life ambitions do the the clickity-clack here.
Guilty confession #2: I think Madonna wrote the song Like a Virgin expressly for me. Just you take a look:
I made it through the wilderness
Somehow I made it through
Didn't know how lost I was
Until I found you
Like a virgin, ooh, ooh
Like a virgin
Feels so good inside
When you hold me,
and your heart beats, and you love me
I know, I know. Now tell me that song is not personally tailored to my unique life experiences. (And I’m drunk)
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No, Ed, I believe you about Madonna. She wrote "I'll Remember" for me.
Libby- thanks.
Mandy- please let's. Get drunk I mean...the sex part you are going to have to manage on your own.
Flesh- I am also partial to that song. Ooo! Can you do it? Yes ya' can!
Well Ed, at least you can type when you are drunkled. I just replaced my keyboard as it had a very unfortunate altercation with a glass of red wine. I guess I could get one of those covers, but they are so nerdy.
Mandy- I will only marry you if your cup size is at least a C. The logic in me saying this is not really important. Queer or not queer, I love me some big ol' boobies.
Ms. Bees-Maybe I will just so you can touch my 'walnuts'.
Mrs-Yes. My drunky nerd skills are superb and unparalleled. Bow before my prowess!
Mandy- shit. That was me bluffing. (sound of me reconsidering) Ok, all it took was the thought of your chest to make me like girls again. No, no. You're the one that is confused, I am bisexual.
Mands-
I do believe the song goes, "I gots boobies, jelly flopping, tube topping good times boobies. I gots lukaplakea, went to a doctor but I still can't shake ya'. I've gots this funny feeling that I can't buy...gots no melatonin, I'm a fair skinned momma, not as dark as Gary Coleman...there is this halter top that I can't buy (Why don't you just pay for it?)...I showed my boobs to that security gaurd, he got hard, my nips are large, and now I'm charged! With a misdemeanor.
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