It occured to me last night before my arrival at the Gangsta Party, that Betsie might just be fucking with me and telling me to dress up when no one else is. Because she told one of her co workers that it was going to be a panty party, so show up in your panties. The girl's a prude though and didn't come which I think was the plan. But, I walked in and Betsie's wearing the same awful purple lipliner with frosty white lipstick as me. People kept telling me I had the best outfit, it must have been the flannel shirt. But then these girls showed up with the silly string oozies and that just rocked. So I walk in and Betsie hands me a 40oz of Cobra and she says there's fried chicken in the oven and we're listening to the Friday soundtrack. AND there's a pile of menthol cigarettes on the table that are the "community cigarettes". Could this party be any cooler? Yes it could. The Hostess looked exactly like Stormy, but blonde I asked if I could get on her internet because I had to show her the resemblance. But it wasn't working. Then they got out the cake which was in the shape of a penis and I got pictures of Betsie licking the frosting off the tip, priceless. CJ asked if Betsie and I have ever hooked up, God so many people have thought that. We do have plenty of sexual innuendo jokes. But alas no boom boom from Betsie we're too good of friends. I felt so mannish last night, that's what I was going for, but it made me feel weird around CJ. But sometime during the night he pulled me into a bedroom and kissed me, in spite of my nasty ass lipstick
And another thing. Light switches on the ouside of bathrooms are genius. You can turn the lights off on whoever's going potty. Eeee heee heee hee.
Note to self: Get the address and mapquest it instead of getting directions from Betsie.
I've been eating entirely too many pop tarts lately.
Worst song ever: Pat Benetar - "Hell is for Children"
And another thing. Light switches on the ouside of bathrooms are genius. You can turn the lights off on whoever's going potty. Eeee heee heee hee.
Note to self: Get the address and mapquest it instead of getting directions from Betsie.
I've been eating entirely too many pop tarts lately.
Worst song ever: Pat Benetar - "Hell is for Children"
VIEW 21 of 21 COMMENTS
dookiejones:
get my email?
dizzy: