overheard from elle at wal-mart: don’t spill wine on my booty shorts!
that’s right ya’ll.
yesterday after work i went to bizKoti’s so we could watch the animaniacs and eat pizza. khala came home and we went to wal-mart so we could buy brownie ingredients, booty shorts, hairdye and deoderant (note: i’ve been without deoderant since i left for montreal. i’m cute like that). jesse and howie came over and we drank pirate wine. sometime between getting drunk at wal-mart and watching gross videos on efukt, we decided it might be a good idea for us to go to hip hop night.
apparently i smell like jagger bombs this morning.