"Is it battery operated in here or is it just me?"
I have the theme song to Captain Planet stuck in my head.
Jenn's birthday celebration was amazing. I spent the entire week counting down the minutes until the girls and I could all hang out together.
So Erin and I cut our last two classes so we could venture to the porn shop. We got there, walked through the door and pretty much walked back out. All of the yucky men buying yucky videos on their lunch breaks was just a bit too much to handle, even for Erin and I, which is saying a lot. So we rushed to the safe haven of Spencer's for our scandalous birthday shopping needs. We bought our naughty goods, went back to my house to write ridiculous cards, went to Starbucks, and then met the girls at the train station. We got to Carmine's, ate ridiculous amounts of Italian food and sunk the Titanic. Jenn's face as she opened her porno presents was truly priceless.
Then we went to Toys R Us, played in Barbie's dream house, took pictures with Spongebob, and got back on the train.
The train ride home was the best experience ever. Erin, Jenn, and I managed to clear out an entire car to ourselves. It was fantastic. I don't think I have ever laughed so hard in my life. Erin and I were wasted on Smoothie King and didn't speak English for about 2/3 of the ride. Chef Mac-A-Weenie made some cameos.
Moral of this story: Don't be a tightass!
Jenn's birthday celebration was amazing. I spent the entire week counting down the minutes until the girls and I could all hang out together.
So Erin and I cut our last two classes so we could venture to the porn shop. We got there, walked through the door and pretty much walked back out. All of the yucky men buying yucky videos on their lunch breaks was just a bit too much to handle, even for Erin and I, which is saying a lot. So we rushed to the safe haven of Spencer's for our scandalous birthday shopping needs. We bought our naughty goods, went back to my house to write ridiculous cards, went to Starbucks, and then met the girls at the train station. We got to Carmine's, ate ridiculous amounts of Italian food and sunk the Titanic. Jenn's face as she opened her porno presents was truly priceless.
Then we went to Toys R Us, played in Barbie's dream house, took pictures with Spongebob, and got back on the train.
The train ride home was the best experience ever. Erin, Jenn, and I managed to clear out an entire car to ourselves. It was fantastic. I don't think I have ever laughed so hard in my life. Erin and I were wasted on Smoothie King and didn't speak English for about 2/3 of the ride. Chef Mac-A-Weenie made some cameos.
Moral of this story: Don't be a tightass!