wow. its all sordid.
and so begins another drunken post by either carly or cathrine.
luckily, we are at carly's and will be leaving the embarrassment to her friends list.
as we all know, cathrine, the classier of the two, can not have this kind of shenanigan on her friends list.
no.
oh, wait.
she definitely linked her list over here.
hmmmm......
we shall chalk it up to reason number 536374859 why i, cathrine, will never be president.
oh, did we mention there were pictures?
well, there are.
and, all you have to do is click on the damn link.
easy as fucking pie.
carly says: this pic was taken right before cleo forced me to write a check for the next year's rent. then, made cathrine and i walk the plank to davy jones' locker.
cathrine: luckily, my double d's were able to convert into a flotation device and lead us safely back to the couch and wine.
cathrine: almost saucy. mostly just sweaty.
cathrine: when "show me sexy" goes into the tanker.
carly: and by tanker, she means the bottom of the first wine bottle.
cathrine: HEY!!!
cathrine: ohhh! teeny, tinier carly. unfortunately, during the watery assumption earlier, carly got shrunk...what with all the cottony bits that she's made of.
carly: doesn't cotton expand in water?
cathrine: whose side are you on?!! and, well....did i mention that it was dry-clean only cotton? huh? HUH?!!! CAUSE, IT WAS!!
carly: *snicker*
cathrine: yum. chocolate. where are those truffles your dad bought you?
catthrine: will i ever let go of the jazz hands?
carly: its not your fault you were a musical theatre major in a past life.
cathrine: maybe it is.
carly: then again, perhaps its just an awful bi-product of your being an evil toaster in a past life.
cathrine: evil toasters bring all the jazz mojo to the party, after all.
cathrine: why so sad, carly? why so blue?
carly: shit, well, im just thinking back to the glory of riding your ballons of love back to the safty of the couch...and how now our relationship just hasn't been the same.
you seem so....so...distant. so cold.
cathrirne: truth be told carly, its the onion ring breath form our fine dining experience before the "incident" as it will now be known.
carly: I HAVE MINTS!!! I HAVE MINTS!! SUPER STORNG MINTS!!....somewhere....
cathrine: im not helping you find them...slut.
carly: you always have to bring that up, don't you. but did i mention, they may be right here in my tight little pants' pocket? huh?
cathirne: fine. ill bite.
we'll be right back after a work from our sponsor...
*SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE ALERT*
JOIN THE CHARTREUSE MOVEMENT NOW AND BE BETTER OFF FOR HAVING DONE IT!!
WE HAVE BOOBS AND MINTS AND WINE AND ONION RINGS.
YOU WONT GET THAT WITH SCIENTOLOGY!
YOU CAN EVEN SCREAM OUT LOUD WHEN YOURE BIRTHING YOUR BABY!!
(if youre into that kind of thing)
carly: we're back. and, the mints have been implemented.
cathrine: it's true. i think i sprained my pinky, though.
carly: you loved it, jezebel.
cathrine: where were we?
carly: you were trying to seduce me with your manly cowboy/mustache lovin', gun included.
cathrine: but, i wanted to be your beard...ill work on it.
carly: there is sooo much to say....ill let it go for now. there are people watching.
cathrine: that would be true if our journals weren't so damn boring and filled with drunken babble.
carly: its funny cause its sad...
cathrine: and true.
cathrine: hey, wheres the other wine?
carly: the other wine? theres just the one bottle. we finished the first and now the second...its done.
cathrine: but that was a big bottle!!
caly: and, so was the last one.
cathrine: this is not abaout math.
carly: you spelled about wrong.
catthrine: you try spelling on two large bottles of wine. youre lucky i know what your name is.
carly: we will let it go cause im not really sure how to even spell about sober. but when im drunk...im a fucking compendium.
cathrine: what? wheres my drink?
yea.
we're done. night all.
luckily, we are at carly's and will be leaving the embarrassment to her friends list.
as we all know, cathrine, the classier of the two, can not have this kind of shenanigan on her friends list.
no.
oh, wait.
she definitely linked her list over here.
hmmmm......
we shall chalk it up to reason number 536374859 why i, cathrine, will never be president.
oh, did we mention there were pictures?
well, there are.
and, all you have to do is click on the damn link.
easy as fucking pie.
carly says: this pic was taken right before cleo forced me to write a check for the next year's rent. then, made cathrine and i walk the plank to davy jones' locker.
cathrine: luckily, my double d's were able to convert into a flotation device and lead us safely back to the couch and wine.
cathrine: almost saucy. mostly just sweaty.
cathrine: when "show me sexy" goes into the tanker.
carly: and by tanker, she means the bottom of the first wine bottle.
cathrine: HEY!!!
cathrine: ohhh! teeny, tinier carly. unfortunately, during the watery assumption earlier, carly got shrunk...what with all the cottony bits that she's made of.
carly: doesn't cotton expand in water?
cathrine: whose side are you on?!! and, well....did i mention that it was dry-clean only cotton? huh? HUH?!!! CAUSE, IT WAS!!
carly: *snicker*
cathrine: yum. chocolate. where are those truffles your dad bought you?
catthrine: will i ever let go of the jazz hands?
carly: its not your fault you were a musical theatre major in a past life.
cathrine: maybe it is.
carly: then again, perhaps its just an awful bi-product of your being an evil toaster in a past life.
cathrine: evil toasters bring all the jazz mojo to the party, after all.
cathrine: why so sad, carly? why so blue?
carly: shit, well, im just thinking back to the glory of riding your ballons of love back to the safty of the couch...and how now our relationship just hasn't been the same.
you seem so....so...distant. so cold.
cathrirne: truth be told carly, its the onion ring breath form our fine dining experience before the "incident" as it will now be known.
carly: I HAVE MINTS!!! I HAVE MINTS!! SUPER STORNG MINTS!!....somewhere....
cathrine: im not helping you find them...slut.
carly: you always have to bring that up, don't you. but did i mention, they may be right here in my tight little pants' pocket? huh?
cathirne: fine. ill bite.
we'll be right back after a work from our sponsor...
*SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE ALERT*
JOIN THE CHARTREUSE MOVEMENT NOW AND BE BETTER OFF FOR HAVING DONE IT!!
WE HAVE BOOBS AND MINTS AND WINE AND ONION RINGS.
YOU WONT GET THAT WITH SCIENTOLOGY!
YOU CAN EVEN SCREAM OUT LOUD WHEN YOURE BIRTHING YOUR BABY!!
(if youre into that kind of thing)
carly: we're back. and, the mints have been implemented.
cathrine: it's true. i think i sprained my pinky, though.
carly: you loved it, jezebel.
cathrine: where were we?
carly: you were trying to seduce me with your manly cowboy/mustache lovin', gun included.
cathrine: but, i wanted to be your beard...ill work on it.
carly: there is sooo much to say....ill let it go for now. there are people watching.
cathrine: that would be true if our journals weren't so damn boring and filled with drunken babble.
carly: its funny cause its sad...
cathrine: and true.
cathrine: hey, wheres the other wine?
carly: the other wine? theres just the one bottle. we finished the first and now the second...its done.
cathrine: but that was a big bottle!!
caly: and, so was the last one.
cathrine: this is not abaout math.
carly: you spelled about wrong.
catthrine: you try spelling on two large bottles of wine. youre lucky i know what your name is.
carly: we will let it go cause im not really sure how to even spell about sober. but when im drunk...im a fucking compendium.
cathrine: what? wheres my drink?
yea.
we're done. night all.