A Real Post...

Later on today, I only got out of bed to Bitch-Slap the man before he left for work(long story), and to check the e-mail. So wait just a little bit longer world, until then, I'LL HOLLA!!!

Stay In School

I know that I promised to post pics and details of Friday nights shenanigans, but the pics are terrible, and the details are vague. But in the spirit of fuckery, I do have an interesting story that I will share.

So.... last night we decided to go to a bar, we don't have clubs here in Laramie, just bars, and a shit-ton of them. Everythang was everythang, just me and the girls hanging getting drunk off of countless shots of Patron', and out of no where this thing (I'm not even gonna say man) approached me with the craziest pick-up line I've ever heard. I have to say brother was banging, but I have something even better at home. So anyways homie came up to me, and this is exactly how the convo went.


Homie- You remind me of my mom.
Me- Umm excuse me
Homie-You remind me of my mom.
Me- Is that right, How so?
Homie- Cause baby you're beauty has been whooping my ass all night long.
Me- *Staring* Are you serious?
Homie- Yeah baby, when you goin let me hit that?
Me- *leaned over to the girlfriend* Did this mothafucka say that I've been beating his ass with my looks?
S.M.- Yeah, I'm still stuck on the whole moms thing.


So... by this time, S.M. and I are dying laughing, Mr. Wright walks up to buy me a drank (we were on some, "lets play strangers at the bar, and then go home and have wild kinky sex on the lawn then move it to the pool table for the finale", type shit), I gladly accept. Seeing all this go down, homie decides to get all emotional and starts to talk shit. He really just made matters worst for himself, by this time tears were running down my face, but I was finally calm enough to address the situation.

Me- First of all I'm not completely sure that I'm comfortable with you saying that you want to hit anything, seeing that you obviously have some kind of freaky thoughts of incest shit that you need to discuss with your mom. Second, I'm not that drunk, hell to be honest with you, ya quickly sobered me up. And third, now this is the most important one so listen carefully, get what we in the land of no bullshit like to call, THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!

UGGHH!!!!! I have no tolerance for ignant mofo's especially men, stay in school damnit, just stay in school!!!

I Have A Problem

"I got this model chick that don't cook or clean.
But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean.
Only thing wrong with ma she's always on the scene.
God damn she's fine but she parties all the time."
-Jay Z



So here are some photos from the infamous toga and 80's parties we had. Enjoy

Yes, Yes, Ya'll

I'm Pretty Sure I Have No Idea What This Message Says




McKenzie, Izzi, & Kevin

Someone Stole My Wig

Did Someone Say Patron'

The Man Rubbing My Leg, And McKenzie Got All Excited (Freak)

Me, McKenzie, Sadie & The Man

OMG Someone Just Pooted :)

Where The Fuck Is My Drank

Helloooo Lover!

I Just Don't Know Rachel :)

Nobody Would Get Me Wendys

Me Fucked Up On A Swing

Me With A Pool Stick

McKenzie & Tawnee

Mom Thinks I Party Too Much :(

So... The Moms and I had this half-day convo Saturday. It started out with the usual how-de-do's and ended with her threatening to beat my ass with a beer bottle.


Mom- So hows my baby?
Me- Okay I guess, I have a hang-over from hell.
Mom- What? Why? Did you go out last night?
Me- Are you being sarcastic?
Mom- No.
Me- Well somehow I managed to get fucked up on all that pepsi I have in the fridge.
Mom- Now you're being sarcastic.
Me- Yes I am, I mean come on mommy, you know I went out, It was Friday, I had a rough day at work, I woke up looking sexy as usual, budweiser's stock is up, and who DOESN'T go out on Friday. Its against the law not to.
Mom- Who's fucking law is that? (*I began to notice the anger kicking in*)
Me- Mine, and any other person who has such a wonderful life as I.
Mom- I don't party all the fucking time, so are you saying that I don't have a wonderful life?
Me- NO MOM!!!
Mom- Well I do, as a matter of fact I have two, and If you don't get your shit together, I will gladly take the one that I gave you back.
Me- *dying laughing*
Mom- Keep laughing
Me- Whats so wrong with me having a good time? Hell I learned how to do this from you, so you should feel honored.
Mom- There's nothing wrong with it every now and then, but I do have a problem with you partying everyday?
Me- I don't party everyday.
Mom- Damn near
Me- Okay Mommy, to keep this convo from going on for another 10 hours, what exactly do you want from me.
Mom- Stop all that damn partying.
Me- Okay, Sure, Mom.
Mom- I'm not playing with your black ass, don't stop and I will be on the first bus up to that mothafucka to beat your ass with one of those beers you love so much!!!

Gotta Love Her! My Mom is so great!!!!!