Tag: drunk stories

drinking yourself under a bench…not just for kids anymore!

There comes a time in every dirty, mouthy hooker’s life in which she finds herself in the unavoidable situation of being drunk to the point of stupid activity but unfortunately not so drunk that she drinks herself into a safely somnolent stupor. On occasion, believe it or not, this has happened to me. Which is

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ode to my hat.

It truly is amazing what comes out of the woodwork when you post a pic of yourself with the word “Porn” in it. So far this morning, I have been asked whether I’d like to share too-hot-for-Myspace pics, how many movies I’ve made, and a rather innocuous sounding “Hi, how was your weekend?” (that’s how

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on clumsiness and being a puppy at the park: a recap of the weekend

It finally happened. I fell down my own stairs. Let me give you some background. Remember in the blog I wrote about being a Sagittarius, I said I was clumsy? That’s not a joke, people. I am the running joke amongst the crew for my graceless escapades, however. I fall up stairs, I fall down stairs, I walk

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velvet curtains, a would-be plumber, and a new word for the 2N lexicon

Well, team…I had hoped to return from adventures in Seattle (which I did enjoy very much, thanks!) with many fun stories to share. Yet sadly, the only thing of note to report is that the bathrooms in the High Dive are quite unique, with velvet curtains instead of walls, and I fixed the toilet for

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