are you still in Boston? I am pushing for three days and maybe after the pats/dlophins game we can go get drunk with my husband on his credit card. *nods*
OH duh I forget how young you are. Gosh, I certainly wouldn't want drunk underage americans in my hotel room. Will definitely have to uh NOT give you that info. Or wait, I can and you can have shirley temples. *nods*
ooooh an older man. Sexy. Hey we should hang out at our hotel after the game. I don't know where we're staying yet but it will likely be in Boston Proper, by something called "south station" where apparently amtrak is (even though we're driving) since we don't wanna be in Foxborough for three days.
South Station is where the commuter rail, subway, and buses all land. If you stay near there, I would be so stoked because it would be super easy for me to get to.
Not illegal, SHADY. This is apparently the new word. SHADY.
It's okay. I would still rather suck Noah's dick than ever speak to a certain so-called friend of mine ever again, and I am not being hyperbolic either. Seriously. It would be an absolutely fabulous display of skill (definitely no kissing after) and I'd be fine with that if it meant not talking to The Treacherous Bitch (will so update you, this is why I fell apart the weekend you were in town). I can handle stabs from the front, just not the back.
Oh not to worry, I already got her back by telling a few big mouth righties. I mean they already think Pat is Satan, so he loses nothing, right? What do they care if he was plowing one of their own? I was going to start pumping iron in preparation since I could think of nothing other than a beat down being appropriate punishment for that kind of treachery (plowing my husband while trying to pretend to be my friend and convincing me to leave him while we were separated), but then That Prick Slater convinced me I was too old for street fighting (I did not really care at that moment) and helped me get back into Devious Cow mode.
At first TPS was all pissed off I was Blabbing again, then he realized while we were all "OMG PAT WAS SCREWING #*$&*#$&$*# WHILE THEY WERE SEPARATED?!" that the righties would be all "OMFG she did not!!! that's gross!!!" and he then gave me props for thinking. I'm all EXACTLY. See. I can be treacherous bitch too. *nods*
I'm just... reaching for straws?
How's that birth control discussion?! :-D
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As for awkward discussions...I went to Thanksgiving at his house...
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Unless we do hotel drinking.
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Gosh, I certainly wouldn't want drunk underage americans in my hotel room. Will definitely have to uh NOT give you that info. Or wait, I can and you can have shirley temples. *nods*
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I like Shirley Temples.
Trust me, I drink underage all the time.
Provided largely by my boyfriend.
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And by older men, he's like...almost 22.
And yes, hangsies will be in order.
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Bring Montreal beer for me.
Be sure to smuggle it in the shadiest way possible.
I want Boreal Dore.
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Right.
Not friends-locked.
JUST KIDDING. WENDY AND PAT DO EVERYTHING PERFECT.
THEY NEVER DO ANYTHING ILLEGAL.
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It's okay. I would still rather suck Noah's dick than ever speak to a certain so-called friend of mine ever again, and I am not being hyperbolic either. Seriously. It would be an absolutely fabulous display of skill (definitely no kissing after) and I'd be fine with that if it meant not talking to The Treacherous Bitch (will so update you, this is why I fell apart the weekend you were in town). I can handle stabs from the front, just not the back.
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Want me to beat her up? I can take her.
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At first TPS was all pissed off I was Blabbing again, then he realized while we were all "OMG PAT WAS SCREWING #*$&*#$&$*# WHILE THEY WERE SEPARATED?!" that the righties would be all "OMFG she did not!!! that's gross!!!" and he then gave me props for thinking. I'm all EXACTLY. See. I can be treacherous bitch too. *nods*
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Who was it, if I may ask?
Sometime we should exchange e-mail addresses or whatever for less public chatting.
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