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I kicked off my vacation the best way I knew how.  With too many pints of delicious booze and my pinche best fraaand, Dirty D.  Our conversational topics are, to say the very least, schizophrenic.  We had normal, G rated dialogues establishing that helicopters are not planes, we discussed our mutual workplace woes, and we talked about how awesome it would be if the Imperial March played every time I walked into a room.

At one point during the night, we ended up cuddling on a love seat, beer in hand, and some how got to the controversial topic of butthole fingering.  Yeah, I have no idea how that happened either.  During all of this, I think we listened to Mark Morrison’s sweet jam “Return of the Mack” around 12 times.  Maybe it was only twice, but that song is a whole lot of party to handle.

This may not sound like a fun night to most 25 year old gals, but this is what our quirky, 15 year friendship is all about.  Goofy conversation, fun music, good beer, and teary eyed laughs.

On a side note, after many years of sitting on the fence about it, I’ve made a decision.  I do NOT like Heineken.  It feels good to get that off my chest.

I kicked off my vacation the best way I knew how. With too many pints of delicious booze and my pinche best fraaand, Dirty D. Our conversational topics are, to say the very least, schizophrenic. We had normal, G rated dialogues establishing that helicopters are not planes, we discussed our mutual workplace woes, and we talked about how awesome it would be if the Imperial March played every time I walked into a room.

At one point during the night, we ended up cuddling on a love seat, beer in hand, and some how got to the controversial topic of butthole fingering. Yeah, I have no idea how that happened either. During all of this, I think we listened to Mark Morrison’s sweet jam “Return of the Mack” around 12 times. Maybe it was only twice, but that song is a whole lot of party to handle.

This may not sound like a fun night to most 25 year old gals, but this is what our quirky, 15 year friendship is all about. Goofy conversation, fun music, good beer, and teary eyed laughs.

On a side note, after many years of sitting on the fence about it, I’ve made a decision. I do NOT like Heineken. It feels good to get that off my chest.