1) Finally finding my leather pants from Saturday night's 80's party.
4) Virtual stalkers. Come on. It's not called stalking if I know about it, 'kay? Quit it, silly.
3) Spending all my vacation money this past weekend on booze and prostitutes. Booze = Vodka. Prostitutes = Clip-On Earrings (God, I love those things!).
5) Karaoke nights with Miguel at a bar called Titanic. Why is it called that? Is it sinking? Where's Leonardo?
6) Miguel's killer rendition of "Blister In The Sun."
8) Not knowing said song was about masturbation.
7) The numbers in this post being completely out of order and no one noticing until now.
4) Guy at Titanic, with a pick-up line he said has worked for him in the past:
6) The fact I wondered if he was talking about dimples on my ass.
7) The fact dimples anywhere other than your face are not attractive.
8) The fact I ran to the gym the day after (but not to work out my ass or anything).
10) Chicken nuggets. Does anyone know what they're really made of? Negative. Do we still eat them by the dozens? You bet your sweet dimpled ass, we do.
9) Cankles. I don't know why people find these so repulsive. Seriously. I love me some fat ankles, people. Sexy as hell. Call me!
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You forgot to mention my kick-ass rendition of "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" that tore the house down
The fact that you don't know that 9 comes before 10.
The fact that the guy's lewd pick up line probably worked.
The fact that you're a whore who's probably used to waking up not knowing where her pants are.
Migz: I preferred the other one.
Anonymous: The fact you're too chicken shit to reveal your true identity. The fact that you're obviously in love with me. The fact today is Coming Out Day. Just come out, Anonymous! Show us your face. No? No? Didn't think so.
Okay, that anonymous guy is a douche bag. Just saying. And I love writing things out of order or saying 1 this followed by B that.
Anon obviously sucks donkey dicks.
I found just about every one of those facts amazing.
I must get me one of them "Ass Muncher" shirts!! lol.
Love the post. Agree with you about the anonymous guy. He needs to get life!
Susan Cooper
Nice blingie phone!
Wait . . . the numbers are out of order? Where--oh. Yeah. I see it. I think.
Like he wanted to eat your ass as in your butt? or like he wanted to 'eat yo ass' like you're so damn cute he wanted to eat you up?
sounds like a gross person
i want me some booze and prostitutes! but not your kind lol my kind :D
Ang:As in, where excrement shoots out of. He was actually a very nice guy. But perplexed was an understatement. We left ten minutes later, in pure confusion.
In love with you? Never. I'm not Richard Gere and you are certainly no "Pretty Woman."
So by the looks of that one glove you probably had some sort of herpes outbreak on your hand and didn't want to affect the lucrative handjob business.
In love with you? Never. I'm not Richard Gere and you are certainly no "Pretty Woman."
So by the looks of that one glove you probably had some sort of herpes outbreak on your hand and didn't want to affect the lucrative handjob business.
In love with you? Never. I'm not Richard Gere and you are certainly no "Pretty Woman."
So by the looks of that one glove you probably had some sort of herpes outbreak on your hand and didn't want to affect the lucrative handjob business.
In love with you? Never. I'm not Richard Gere and you are certainly no "Pretty Woman."
So by the looks of that one glove you probably had some sort of herpes outbreak on your hand and didn't want to affect the lucrative handjob business.
In love with you? Never. I'm not Richard Gere and you are certainly no "Pretty Woman."
So by the looks of that one glove you probably had some sort of herpes outbreak on your hand and didn't want to affect the lucrative handjob business.
I'm not loving posting after that anonymous douche-canoe. Grow a pair, asshole.
I digress... You are amazing and I love you muchly.
I read this at work when I probably shouldn't because you give me gigglesnorts and I am ever-grateful.
<3
I think anonymous has a tic; hence, the annoying repost.
Annah, you know you're making it big when you start having haters like Anon. It's the price of success, my darling. Pay no attention. Your blog is freaking hilarious.
I didn't know Blister in the Sun was about masturbation... definitely going to think twice about blaring it in the summer time singing aloud with all the windows down...
Leather pants, right, and not a gimp outfit.
Where's my mind today?
I WANT to love clip on earrings. I do. But I can't keep them on for the life of me.
Please impart your wisdom on me, Annah!! The Goodwill and I could have an earring relationship if I could figure the damned clip on earrings out!
And I love that Annonymous loves you. I mean, I love you. But apparently not as much as Annonymous. :)
And if you really are a whore - you are the cutest and funniest damned whore out there and I strive to be JUST like you!! Pfffft annonymous!!
Anonymous -- Get bent.
Okay Anon.
we get yourr jealous of Annah.
Who isn't ? ;)
xx
*flicks hair and bats eyelids at Anon*
Hiiiiiii Anon. Errmmm... I like your dimples.
Loved your post girl, but then I love anything you post. I am addicted to your style Annah. Have to agree with others that you need to keep a wide distance from that weirdo. Later Gator
Odie
Your pants were definitely not where I was expecting them to be. Love that pick up line. I bet he gets lots of ass too! NOT! As always my sweet, you crack me up.
You forgot to mention the kinky police in this blog. Oh and sine I don't want to be called anonymous, this is elProessorLM.
Annah, Anonymous is sure you will achieve Famosity, and wants to be a part of it. A tasteless, annoying, talentless part of it. He dreams of the day you accept an award and say "And I want to thank Anonymous for prompting me to create so many withering, clever responses."
But he doesn't deserve it.
So don't mention him.
love the mj glove. also, anonymous needs to learn how to suck his own dick so he can shut the fuck up for once.
I love your random indexing.
Hahah lovely blog! I laughed while reading the posts, + I love the name of the blog. Good job:)
I'm still not entirely convinced that Blister in the Sun is about masturbation. There's some pretty clear references to one or two isolated incidents, but I'm pretty sure there's also booze and prostitutes in there too.
anonymous is clearly the guy who you heard use that pick-up line. he's just embarrassed it didn't work.
also, he's redundant. everyone knows whores have trouble remember 9 comes before 10!
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