Of all the places she could have bummed around, the girl who has a creepy crush on my husband just moved to my city. I know my husband's ballerina legs are alluring, but honestly.
If she's reading, we have a scorching case of gonorrhea, not to mention ass herpes. They burrrn like the passionate flame of our sweet lovin. I do hope she's into double anal fisting. Ha! I could use a slave around here.
But homewreckers be damned (for now?) because HB and I are embarking on a road trip across our northern border, and we won't be back for awhile. It's a pretty cool anniversary present, sure to be filled with animal pleasure, foreign delights, and fabulous adventures, because duh, I will be there.
Rebel Countesses unite!
4:45 p.m. - 2009-05-28