So Mother Teresa pulled some strings and got her boy toys band an 'audition'. If you could even call it that... nonetheless this makes it offical::
full fledged anti-inflammatory groupie
After record boy makes his little announcement she follows him out to his car like a dog on a leash and hugs him for a few minutes. That wasn't the only groping going on. *winks* I managed to get my hands on him twice tonight, the second he was on all over me like a cheap shirt on Ted Nugent. It went from "Oh my god Car -insert hug with a little ass squeeze here-" to having a sweaty guitar shoved in my face. Whatever, he smelt nice.
On another note after a side bar conversation John and I decided Mother Teresa most likely gets around like a record, no pun intented. This is vital information, so keep it hush hush. Loose lips sink ships Girly girl.