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[25 Mar 2009|04:10pm] |
The boss has knocked up mistress. His wife found out about it last night and gave him a black eye. She is also expecting with a due date of any minute. I can't deny that watching him get smacked around by all of them wasn't the funniest thing that I have ever seen. Trust me it was. Maybe he will learn to keep it in his pants if he can't be smart about it from here on out.
I will say that he's a decent fuck.
( Private. )
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[08 Mar 2009|06:22pm] |
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For the record, you're all boring and I'm still amazing.
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[12 Feb 2009|06:42pm] |
My hair is fucking green. GREEN.
When I find out who drugged my drink, I'm going to cut off your balls.
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[07 Feb 2009|07:39pm] |
Question: Where have all the real men gone?
[PRIVATE]
I showed my tits to someone and they didn't do anything.
They laughed.
Has the world gone mad? I swear they're all queer or acting just as stupid at the moment. I need to get laid. No, I don't just need to get laid. I need to get fucked. Completely and utterly fucked until I'm numb.
I don't want to think about anything.
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[03 Feb 2009|10:37am] |
Attention!
Happy Hour 4-7 tonight at the Hairy Heart.
Our staff is giving unlike that of the Leaky Cauldron. Maybe they wouldn't so uptight and starting fires if they gave it a try. It's okay, Abbott! I have just the thing for you. We're running a promotion with the Passion Party service. I'll send you something to take the edge off. No one can say that I'm not generous. I am wonderful like that. I keep giving and giving and giving.
Speaking of giving, has anyone seen my precious baby sister? ASTORIA, where are you? I need to know what mother meant in her owl. Please tell me she's taken back with the matchmaking. She really ought to give give up already. No one is going to want me. I've made sure of that. I'm uninterested in the Ministry Ball.
I'm more interested in other sort of balls. The Ministry can send their finest balls to me. Perhaps not Macmillan though. I'll leave those to Pansy. All the rest can feel free to come on down (or up if you like). If you feel like locking me up and showing me the error of my ways all the better.
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