| | I did charity event for the skin cancer. It was good cause, It was fun serving wine while I party hard on Evian. I was like "bring on, double shots of minerals!" As I was leaving, I was asked to meet this person in limo. Oooh! Limo!! Who the fuck am I? Am I 16yrs old going to prom? If I followed him, did I get to wear corsage, fruit punch puke stain on my dress? I think I will turn down all the offer to hook up because A)I hate flirty guys. B) I'm 87 years old with two grandsons. C) I feel weird to say "I have mormon husband who like to play with 2 wives and sheeps" just to creep them out. ( i really used it) D) I love pom. E.) I'm taken. I'm taken by this man who is beautiful. His name is Jesus Christ. Amen. I'm not stuck up though. But I just hate when MEN act up and think they can say anything. Now, I must go to burn my bra and grow hair. How crazy is that during the women's movement in the 70's, they felt enpowered by not shaving? I never hear a guy trying to get his right by wearing g-string and march around. Or didn't hear men burning protective cups on the street. Chicks.. man... |
| | Posted 4/24/2008 4:07 AM - 57 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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