nomad'z land

so a coupla whorish broads walk into a nice hotel in beverly hills and pose as classy ladies having tea time. that wasnt a joke. that was real. only at one of my friends tea parties would there be raucous obnoxious laughter, f-bombs flying, and talk about “slam out with your clam out” to which even i, master sailor potty mouth and queen of all things vulgar, was like, “…ew.” tea parties are awesome!! and it comes with like, little sandwiches and scones and other fun shit. fuck yeah dude. that shit was the booooomb. it really was a lovely time and the men that worked at the hotel were hot but probably really gay or at least bi. whos counting though, i certainly stopped counting, like, yesterday morning. angela is a glowy angel of a mom to be, despite all of her discomfort. and guess what, i get to be in the room pulling that little darling out of her vag, thats right. that wasnt a joke either. stoked!! i used to be a doctor, you know. ask me for details.