I did let my girlfriend write his name on his forehead since she kept calling him by someone else's name at the party.
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I did let my girlfriend write his name on his forehead since she kept calling him by someone else's name at the party.
How could you not?
God, the donkey... Poor donkey. There are times I miss Tiajuana. This is not one of those times at all.
So, one of my myriad old roommates went to Tiajuana with a friend, and when the cab driver asked him where he wanted to go, he said "take us to the donkey show!"
To which the driver replied, his voice distraught, "No, man. The donkey died!"
At least it was in eyeliner.
The writing I mean. I have no idea if the donkey was in drag.
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billytea, I'm not sure if the color reference was intentional, but you're either accidentally brilliant or just plain so.
To which the driver replied, his voice distraught, "No, man. The donkey died!"Heh.
Okay, now my mind went from burro to burrito. I just squicked myself with thoughts of dead donkey dong in tortillas... But no crema cause that would just be too many shades of wrong.
AAaannnddd that reminds me of a game show we invented in college (we being me and a gay male friend, obviously): "Guess the Animal Dick!"
Blindfolded contestant #1: "mmm, *smack* *smack* Giraffe?"
Bitches has suddenly taken a weird turn. Or is that redundant?
It seems like a normal Bitch day to me.