I’m ordering a new ipod and they’re giving me the option of engraving stuff on the back. What do you think I should engrave on it??
I’m leaving this to you, people.
Best suggestion gets engraved on the ipod and the submitter wins an autographed picture of Catherinette’s Cleavage.
6 Flags and I are going on a second date at some point this week. Why is he called 6 Flags? I’m glad you asked. There are 2 reasons for this:
On our first date, we went out for drinks. Which turned into dinner. Which turned into 6 and a 1/2 hours sitting at the bar chatting. We had some (mild) chemistry and he stared at my cleavage quite freely-which is the right thing to do since i had it out on display. If he had neglected the old world charm (as Foxy calls it) of my cleavage, that would have been the end of the date. I drove him home, there were 2 pecks on the mouth.
We’ve exchanged some emails and a whopping total of 2 phone calls.
He’s quite charming on email. Speaking to him on the phone is more of a one way conversation. I could literally put the phone down, walk away, and pick it up 5 minutes later and he’d still be talking (ie. complaining) on something.
Still, I’m going to go. Maybe I’m being too hard on the guy and I didn’t give him a fair chance. Besides I could use the distraction. He doesn’t move me quite like other people do-in fact there are exactly no butterflies when I talk to/think about him. Not even a moth. Not even a caterpiller. But maybe things will after Friday.
Besides it’s been an awfully long time since I made out with anyone in a car…
Today’s the last Tuesday in April. As a special farewell to April, I bring you the nameless body of some hot young Abercrombie model.
Let’s not worry about his face. Nor the fact that the kid is probably like 17 years old. Instead, let’s just focus on his hot body and the fact that he’s pulling down his pants just for me.
Now, let’s all thank Lauren for this picture because she’s the one that found it. This edition of Just the Tip Tuesday is dedicated to you, my friend!
I’m totally on a roll with this whole acting-like-a-12-year-old thing. Witness my conversation with Lit’l Smokey and friends just minutes ago.
Mind you that this entire conversation took place just minutes after Foxy and I ran to the ladies room because some woman was using an electric breast pump in one of the stalls. Foxy came running over to me and dragged me into the bathroom because it sounded like someone was using a vibrator. We ran in there, washed our hands, and snickered like 12 year olds.
We are so mature.
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