I can’t make this stuff up. Seriously. I don’t know what’s funnier, the fact that someone turned to Google for coital disrobing advice, or the fact that my site came up in the search results. In fact, I didn’t even really believe it myself untill I doubble checked, and sure enough, number three:
the internet… ROTFL
Just getting started. We’re five shot’s into our journey and I have decided that I’m a rock star. Fair enough. Meanwhile our buddy “E” is just happy that she may run into our new first lady at Target shopping for jeans. So without further ado.
I’m doubling up today, because otherwise this thing will go on forever. Without giving a way too much, I drank a LOT that night. Though loading this many pictures at once from my work computer is a harrowing task, frankly sometimes it seems like I could get a better internet connection with string and Dixie cups. I also feel the need to give credit where credit is due, our girl is getting a little better at dressing herself. “E” should consider sitting at home all day listening to hip-hop more often. I’m sure whatever she usually does during the day is not nearly as important as whoring herself out on the internet for superficial ego validation.
So anyway, apparently three shots is the point at which I forget to unbutton my jacket when sitting down, and four is where I re-kindle my love for toy airplanes.