"you wouldn't have sex with a dirty penis, right? CLEAN YOUR DILDOS"
After about 3 hours of severe pain and crying, I made up my mind to go to the "Passion Party" with Sarah that I planned on going to all week. I felt like shit for a large portion of the night but I'm really glad I went. We had a blast.
I'm not sure what's going on here. I think we were lost and I accidentally saved the photoshop job.
This is Sarah on the phone.
And this is a picture of Sarah holding "The Rabit", which, I'm sure some of you have heard of through Sex and the City. This fucking thing is a God Damned power tool. 0_o
Anyways, Sarah and I were contemplating hosting a party soon since it was so much fun (and since Sarah signed up to be a consultant). When I told my mom this morning that I went she started screaming on the phone talking about how much she would love to host one.
I almost died. I'm not attending OR HOSTING a Passion Party with my mom. ANYWHERE NEAR MY MOM.
I LOL'D.
Then I lol'd some more when I came home.
^.^;;
I'm not sure what's going on here. I think we were lost and I accidentally saved the photoshop job.
This is Sarah on the phone.
And this is a picture of Sarah holding "The Rabit", which, I'm sure some of you have heard of through Sex and the City. This fucking thing is a God Damned power tool. 0_o
Anyways, Sarah and I were contemplating hosting a party soon since it was so much fun (and since Sarah signed up to be a consultant). When I told my mom this morning that I went she started screaming on the phone talking about how much she would love to host one.
I almost died. I'm not attending OR HOSTING a Passion Party with my mom. ANYWHERE NEAR MY MOM.
I LOL'D.
Then I lol'd some more when I came home.
^.^;;