butt sex knows no borders.
Apparently, talking about the OC (among other things) for five hours straight is conducive to having really *really* good dreams involving Adam Brody, a bag of french fries, an out-of-control van, a Bugs Bunny movie, silly putty and Ben McKenzie admitting (to my question of "do you actually like me?") "yeah. even though you're not a boy."
Last night, torchthisnow and I learned that a good way to annoy people in Borders is to speak loudly and constantly about gay boys, butt sex, crushes on TV stars, and questionable quasi-"incestuous" relationships between certain WB actors.
Man, I haven't had that much fun or gotten that many strange looks since we took the 6 foot inflatable penis on a tour through the campus library my senior year.
lalejandra wrote a fabulous companion piece to Holiday Spirits called Truth or Dare that you should check out. It has your complete weekly smutty goodness requirement, all wrapped up in one tidy little package.
Britney Spears: What the fuck?
Last night, torchthisnow and I learned that a good way to annoy people in Borders is to speak loudly and constantly about gay boys, butt sex, crushes on TV stars, and questionable quasi-"incestuous" relationships between certain WB actors.
Man, I haven't had that much fun or gotten that many strange looks since we took the 6 foot inflatable penis on a tour through the campus library my senior year.
lalejandra wrote a fabulous companion piece to Holiday Spirits called Truth or Dare that you should check out. It has your complete weekly smutty goodness requirement, all wrapped up in one tidy little package.
Britney Spears: What the fuck?