Morning after
Oh, my head...has anyone seen my bra?
Katy Barzedor proclaimed this to be so at 8:13 PM
Saturday, June 04, 2005
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- Open letter to my co-workers
- Please hide the Pop-Tarts this time
- Seconds from drooling
- Bitch is OLD
- Sneaky kissin' dog
- Bucky's comeuppance
- Birthday bling and the glitter guy
- High stupidity factor
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9 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':
Whoops, sorry.
*takes it off and gives it back*
Mr B, was it pink?
Now THAT'S the Bucky I know and love. None of this cute puppy shit.
I was worried about what was next. Flowers and rainbows?
I like to keep your asses off balance.
Oh yeah like we believe you were underclothes of any kind.
pffffffffft
She really doesn't need the bra, does she? Them babies defy gravity, in all weather.
Good point Squirl. It was pink, guess that one was mine. Give it back Bucky!
Sorry, if your undergarments hit the Cotillion floor, they're mine.
Rules are rules, Mr. B. Or, as the wise Red Foreman once said, "We'd all be tree-dwelling poop flingers."
Oh alright. Not like I don't have a drawer full of them. It's just that one was my "naughty" one.
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