We danced on a bar and Suz fell off.
I ate pizza.
Annie and I kissed.
I ate pizza.
Suz ordered tripe.
I ate pizza.
Mel and I compared our drunken left-handed writing.
I ate pizza.
We raced a bus...on foot.
I ate pizza.
The weather left me sweating like a mofo.
I ate pizza.
Good times in New York. Good times.
Posted by Mollie Gamo at July 13, 2005 05:22 PM | TrackBackyou forgot to mention the HUGE purple bruise suz then developed in her the unmentionable area between ass cheek and coochy (what do you call that anyway??)
Posted by: suz at July 27, 2005 07:16 PM