I swear this is not me, Lurlene

For one, I never go out without my hubcaps. Safe wheels and all that…

  1. I don’t have this car anymore.
  2. I went to bandaids just that one time.
  3. Yes, when I get VIP parking, it’s because the strippers feel like they owe me something extra at the end of the night, but that refers to what happens in the car, not where I parked it.  This is day time.
  4. No, not the morning after the night before.
  5. I promised you could come with the next time.
  6. (Yes, I meant that as a double entendre.)


  • lurlene April 5, 2010 at 3:29 pm

    damn skippy..

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