When we went to the Vu Thursday night, Laura, Amanda and I sneaked by the underage-drinking-Nazis because Caren knew Dorothy, a girl that works there.
When our waitress came up to us she asked, “Are you friends of Dorothy?”
After a split-second glance at Craig I said, “Yeah, we are disco dancing, cake walking, Oscar Wilde reading, friends of Dorothy.” You see, I had not been introduced yet, and so I thought she was referring to our ‘mo status. We were all embarrassed for me.
Clueless is the pinnacle of Western society.
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Shhh! Drama!!
Eddy Bear- today brett told me he bought "lavender" shorts. cute! craig told me to tell you that. -whit
Think of how many people the waitress has asked that of, Ed, and DOESN'T get a sarcastic answer from. Then again, the pink bow in you hair could have talked volumes.
Ah yes, clueless. I am very impressed that you were able to take those wonderful lines you know so well and make them applicable to real life, kudos my love.
Craig-
"It's good to have land"..."He gonna get it!"
Whitney-
I had so much fun with you this weekend. PS--if you ever jump on my in bed again be prepared to be depantsed for real. You *have* been warned.
"the"
I am a 'mo, not a fairy. I can see the hurricane did nothing to dampen your sass you little hooker.
Eryn-
You could be a farmer in those clothes.
Ms-
And you don't pass up any opportunity to proclaim your sluthood. That is right you sassy-whore. You are a hooker and I love your face off!
Ed, sass will always be on my plate, even of it does get me thrown in a pool. If you give up sass, you give up basic existance in this life of ours. My opinon, only. But, then, I was the one thrown in the pool for sassing everyone in it; JUSTICE, really.
(But great photos to come, I'm sure)
Mandy-
I don't have no uterus, therefore you have me beat as far as womanhood goes. And I am not really more hardcore--You are pretty hardcore for being a preacher's daughter. I mean seriously, would your parents totally freak if they found out you are a fellating cigar smoker? I thought so...Love!
he lies! have you forgotten your honorary uterus??? how sad for it.
Robyn-
Oh baby! I still have a uterus! And it is running loose in the world with Mrs. Wilkerson's looking for a fetus to inhabit it! Love!
a rap for my home-g ed grow: i love ed, he's so cool, i have classes with him in the music school. he's dating my lover and thats not legit, cuz craig is mine and dont you forget. i like to draw on ed when i'm bored, but then he gets mad, and calls me a whore. i'm ghetto like a fly, i can rap like a thug, i wish ed was here, so i could give him a hug. :(
OMG. You spell gehetto-fabulous W-H-I-T-N-E-Y R-E-E-D. You amuse me to *no* end. Love!
Ed, would you like a cocktail; it's getting late?
Are you insinuating that I am drunk Mrs.? Or are you just trying to take advantage of me?...either way, I will have none of it. At least not while you are wearing that tiara and the hurricane-ousting chiffon dress.
Ed, tarantulas are spying on you. Can't you see? OK, I will throw myself over you to protect you.
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