I currently have no interest in writing or talking or standing upright or opening my eyes. Perhaps too much stimulation and slutty nurses/policewomen/witches/brides/zombies/butterflies to bring about anything coherent. Though I’m thinking of writing a startling exposé for Halloween simply titled Slutty Clown: Yay or Nay?
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Our party on Sat nite was in a barn, and there were a whole heckuva lotta slutty horsewomen/dominatrix types there. Perhaps you could go for that.
I’m sorry, I didn’t read a word that you wrote because I was distracted by that ever so lovely (and ever so large) margarita and thinking – WHERE CAN I GET ME ONE OF THOSE???
Oh, that drink looks all kinds of awesome. Just a regular margarita?
I’m terrified of clowns (it’s my irrational fear) but perhaps if they whored themselves up some, my fear would be calmed.
I was the only woman wearing pants at the party I attended on Saturday. What is UP with the slutty?
Looks like you had the best birthday EVER!
Yeah, when did Halloween become about Porn? Used to be about Candy Corn.
(Happy Birthday, dear!!!)
The devil uses that same cup during his big “Welcome to hell” speech.
Ha! Love it!
I would so vote Nay! I went to a party on Saturday night and told my boyfriend he owed me a dollar for every “Sexy Ladybug” costume that was there. What the hell is sexy about being a ladybug? It’s not even creative!
Haha! I say nay.
Um … need some help with that margarita? BECAUSE? I’m all over it if you do.
And yes, the slutty-ness of Halloween preteens is pissing me off. Hello. GIRLS BE GIRLS.
I might just gag.
Oh my god, wherever did you get that glass of awesomeness?
Now that’s a chalice. Of a sort.