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I Got My Hair Did And Licked A Straw

That's right, I'm a strawlicker. Don't be hatin' on me you strawlicker haters.

Georgia kicked some serious ass on my hair this weekend. They learnt her well at school. Have a lookie see:

I don't think I have ever left for the bars as late as we did Saturday night. 11-1130ish we finally rolled down the driveway. Of course we went to Yesterdaze, then we popped over to the Vibe and went back to Yesterdaze. We got some absolutely deelish subs at bartime. There was one poor fella working on a Sat night all by his lonesome. At bartime. In a college town. At bartime. We got there when it was empty then about 15 people decided to stroll in after us. They had to wait while he made our sammiches. We felt like rockstars. Linds went to wash her hands with bleach a few times (I'll explain in another post) and had Georgia watch her drink. I walked over to get my soda and G puts her hands arms body around Linds' drink. When she let her guard down, I licked the straw. Did I mention that I was designated driver? We were giggling so much that people in line were looking at us and we didn't give a shit. It's been too long since I've been out with G. There were hooker shoes in there - not a hooker KellBell, just hooker shoes. Mark was MIA "somewhere on the north side of LaCrosse". Ya have to narrow that down some if you want someone to come get you. And hey Mark? She's a lesbian. What else was there? Oh yes, Dylson and his astute observations that he shared while I tried to back out the teeny icy driveway. There was also a herpes sighting, contact highs, dramarama of course and so much more.

I'll be back with details. Gotta take Peanut to the craptastic clinic for a recheck of her UTI status. I think I'll let them know then that I won't be bringing them back there. Ever. Yeah, that should be fun.


Lindsey said…
Geo said you needed to leave it down, Trish. You have it in a ponytail. What is wrong with you, strawlicker?
Trish said…
I haven't had a chance to shower today - I roll out of bed and up it goes. I have to locate some eye makeup if I'm gonna wear it down to work tonight. I have to look somewhat presentable.
Trish said…
that's right, I'm the strawlicker.

The highlights look good!

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