Funny story...will tell it here: at voodoo this year while watching Pearl Jam this group of locals where kinda talking with us. I say something about how dreamy Eddie is. One of the local girls says all sly like "I know! I just want to put him in my pocket". I look at my husband with a look of "who farted?" And back at the girl and reply "in your pocket???? Quack that, I want to put him in my pus*y". Welllll, she was MORTIFIED!!! I died laughing after she turned back around to watch the show and my husband says "something is seriously wrong with you". One of my favorite voodoo memories. Lmao
Post by thegrimmwefer on Jan 26, 2014 7:52:31 GMT -5
I'm in Vegas right meow, as some of you may know, and I can't figure out why my dealer ( Nametag: Lil Star )* will not deal me a face card.
*I have no reason to lie about this. I would have taken a pic but casinos are fascists. She works at Santa 'Something' Station off the strip about 10 minutes. She's seen Depeche Mode 12 times. Love you Lil Star.