I went to happy hour last night with some co-workers and let's just say - We don't have a lick of sense.
Somehow we got on the subject of Belly and his sister and how they seem to be quite successful in the "Love Bidness Arena".
For instance, Belly - He's about to get married AGAIN (!!??!!) to a thin woman that "loves him so"....
And his sister has been married TWICE and has a new boyfriend smelling her poonie(double !!??!!)....
Both of them are morbidly obese and have stomachs that could shelter several small children....yeah I know, there's somebody for everybody, hell..me and my man won't win any prizes for spectacular nudity but damn...they could be about 1000 pounds combined!
My poor chronically single co-worker wants to know where she's going wrong and I said: "Well, You need to get you one of those big stomachs..."
We suspect it's Belly's sister's tongue ring..mm hmm..(I bet she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch) I say this because her stomach rests securely on her knees thus covering the "good stuff"..
But for Belly..who knows..maybe he cooks a mean casserole or something.
I wondered aloud how they handle the logistics of such things....
One co-worker offered the following plausible explanation:
The artwork is fucking AMAZING isn't it?....applause applause...applause
This is what happens when the Long Island Ice Teas are flowing freely....
I'm going to go pray for forgiveness now because I laughed myself into a coma over this conversation..I'll most likely be struck down by lightning.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
I'm neglecting my blog...hell, I'm neglecting YOUR blog....
IMVU is taking up all my time..I actually had another "job" interview...Virtual ass shakers are in high demand I guess.
I've met some really cool people on there and I haven't laughed this hard since the 60's..and I wasn't even born yet.
In other news..I'm working myself to death in real life. My part time job is getting on my last 4 nerves..
How in the hell, as a grown ass man/woman, do you NOT know what the fuck shoe size you wear???? And this whole "can you feel my toe?" bullshit kills me..what are you?..Five years old???
*taking a deep breath*
I need a long vacation filled with warm breezes and frosty drinks...which, by the way, me and a few IMVU buddies are thinking of planning..it'll be so weird to see what the people hiding behind avatars REALLY look like...the same guy that claims that he looks like this:
Probably looks like this:
NOTICE TO PEOPLE WHO KNOW MY HUSBAND AND LIKE TO RUN TATTLING TO HIM ABOUT WHAT YOU READ HERE:
There will NOT be any guys on this little get together...unless I decide to pick one up in Vegas..now run tell that!