Hump Day Nudie Bar Run
Let's go!!!!! Wooohooooo00000000
Don't forget it's also pantless Wednesday.... which kind of helps with the nudie bar, eh? *waggles eyebrows*
Don't worry about making a mess, this isn't our blog. *giggle*
Drinks on me!!!!!!!!!
This blog entry brought to you in memory of:
*sniff* the BEST Cabana boy evah!
posted by Breezy at 4:53 AM
45 Comments:
Mimosas are being served by the copy machine........ NOW!
I'm a rootin' tootin' lasso loopin' popgun shootin' chickenhawk!
Why did I read that as lasso poopin? Carey's rubbing off on me.
*snort*
I'll take a couple of mimosas, please!
*laughs with momma* I thought the same thing.
*snort*
*passes out mimosas*
I'm back for another mimosa.
Damn. What kind of bartender do we have? It's been 3 minutes and still no drink.
*pours a pitcher of mimosas for the whiner*
I'm not a whiner. I'm on my way to getting good and bloggy-drunk.
*does shot of tequila*
I'll join you!
*drinks mimosa from the pitcher*
What? It takes a few drinks to get my pants off!
GAK! I can't do te-kill-ya. At least, not in shot form. I can drink margaritas, though. Is it too early for margaritas?
It's never to early for margaritas. On the rocks or frozen?
Both.
piggymoo!
*pooot*
Disclaimer: The above is only done in Carey's absence and is not an indication of real life.
*snort* liar, your kids told me you poot all the time.
*dances all around in open toes to Kat*
*makes more margaritas*
ooohhhh and I have tequila slush at home.
When have you talked to the Rottens? Hell, I've never even talked to you.
Kat? Who's Kat?
Tequila slush?! I so need to make some.
It's a secret. *grin*
Katherine McPhee.
mmmmmmmm tequila slush is yummy
Now I can totally do the margaritas, the mimosas not so much.
Katherine McPhee? Is she the one Carey hates? Oh. Wait. That's Taylor Swift, isn't it? Or is it Kellie Pickler?
LMAO you said a bad word in Carey's blog. She's going to beat you when she gets back. *whispers* it's KP.
Who wants jello shots?
LOL I know, Breezy. Ah well. Maybe she'll have missed me so much, she won't beat me. Too badly.
Jello shots? Blech. *takes pitcher of margaritas*
I would like jello shots please. Lots of them. Which color has vodka in it again? I always forget.
*struts in red high heels*
Pours more margaritas. What should we drink next?
I think I need a nap.
I think you just called yourself old.
I think I might have. Of course, these days, I'm always freaking tired.
Dammit, you stole my red shoe line. I guess that's what happens when you let yourself get distracted by the same ol' BS over there.
My blood is boiling. I think I need a nice cold one.
*opens a cold one for Boo*
*skips away in red high heels*
*smooch*
Thank you.
Now I think I'll just stay in here and belt out a few lines of my favorite Pickler song.
Boo's gonna get beaten, too!
Here's your one chance Fancy, don't let me down.
Here's your one chance Fancy, don't let me down.
Forgive me for what I do, Hooooo
*snort*
Am I too late for a mimosa? Maybe I'll make caipirinhas.
You're in luck, I happen to know how to make those.
*smooshes lime in bottom of glass*
I'll leave it up to you, then! Woo!
(Is it wrong that I read "Mimosas are being served by the copy machine" and thought that the copy machine was doing the serving, and I wished that my copy machine served mimosas?)
*snort* I think we need to start building one of those.
Would someone FAX me a drink?
What is that drink that frodis mentioned? I can't even pronounce that sober!
Okay, Boo. WHICH thread has your blood boiling, because I see potential on about 5 different ones?
It's the cereal thread, momma. Very controversial.
(Sadly, that's the only thread on which I could manage a couple of feeble comments before I ran away.)
Three cheers for Kellie Pickler! Let's sign bravie up for her fan club.
I waved in bravie's house's direction today. I'm still very sad she is on vacation while I'm here.
*shucks peanut shells on the floor*
Ooooooooh! Dual membership to the Star and Kellie Club! It's perfect. Too bad her birthday isn't for several months. *pout*
*drive-by smooches*
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