After the groupies tear off my shirt, the security guards blast them with a hose of beer. That only intoxicates the frenzied girls, who then begin to tear off their own clothes.
Ohhh yeaaaaaa.
After the groupies tear off my shirt, the security guards blast them with a hose of beer. That only intoxicates the frenzied girls, who then begin to tear off their own clothes.
Ohhh yeaaaaaa.
I'm looking forward to my thirties. They seem like so much fun.
Because I know it's going to be just like those commercials where a bunch of thirty-somethings sit in a log cabin, sipping their Chardonnay and laughing about old times.
It IS going to be just like that, isn't it?
When I fell on my ass, there wasn't a person more motivating than her to get me back on my feet.
Her.
There she goes, whizzing right by me, goofy grin and all. That miserable little kid.
"I see a large-breasted woman in your future."
I huddled closer to her to try to see what she was seeing. Everyone else at the table did the same.
"And I see a… a bunny?"