Weekend Wrap-Up
Okay. First and foremost let me say this. We are not swingers. Perhaps some people got that impression, but it is categorically untrue. Now that we’ve cleared that up, here’s the wrap-up:
I am Melania……You do a good Paris……Falalala Lala—-Trump……Shut up, I’m so very much not a diva….Okay, maybe a little bit, but the limo just made more sense…..Josh loves the rainbow drinks….Dude, I think he thinks we’re swingers!…..RICK!RickrickrickrickrickRICK!!!!!!!……How many SNL references can we possibly make in a day?……Can I get some butter with my bread pudding?……The boys got a free pass, but they failed to use it…..Merrin is a slot slut….Praline Connection…..I don’t think the table for 8 was big enough to hold all the food we ordered….Don’t bogart the hookah…..Does the same band play in all the clubs, or do they just share the playlist?….And to think, we could have had matching janitorial uniforms that said “Swinger”…..It’s wrong to sing “Sesame Street” while standing under the Hustler sign.
I’m sure that Kevin will have a much more extensive list over at his place later, but at least this is a start. And we’re really NOT swingers.
February 14th, 2005 at 6:06 pm
“It’s wrong to sing “Sesame Street” while standing under the Hustler sign.”
You are my heroes.
I can’t tell you how hard I was laughing when I read that.
February 14th, 2005 at 6:37 pm
Perfect recap!!!
February 15th, 2005 at 6:45 pm
It could have been worse….we could have been singing it inside the Hustler store, but we were waiting patiently outside for Kevin. Wait…..that sounds bad, too.