July 02, 06:22 PM
Last week was rough. Work blew, Jakey and I got into a big fight over how he keeps burning things that belong to me, I drove my van into a tree, and my rent check bounced again. I had enough – it was time for me to take a vacation. So last weekend I hopped on a bus and made my way to Atlantic City.
I can’t think of a place on this earth that’s greater than Atlantic City. There, no one will stop you from smoking your cigars in a bathroom stall. It’s fan-f*#king-tastic! On Saturday night I cleaned up on the penny slots, won the super jackpot: 2,800 pennies (enough for 28 shrimp cocktails)! After I finished my shrimp, I snuck into the International Hunks Show – got away with the Australian stripper’s thong. And on Sunday, I got free drinks all night because one of the bartenders thought I was a cocktail waitress (I had on a similar dress). The only glitch in the trip was when I had a little too much to drink and accidentally dumped my Bloody Mary on the roulette table – the people at Trump Casino weren’t too happy about that. All in all though, it was a great trip.
When I came back Monday morning I saw that Jakey had burned down the garage and there were angry letters waiting for me from my landlord and the owner of that tree I hit. I decided I was in need of more vacation, so I called in sick and went back to Atlantic City. Under the Boardwalk, Meredith be havin’ some fun!
June 25, 02:27 PM
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June 18, 05:47 PM
My friend Patti is getting married, again. It’s the little skank’s fifth time and I am not looking forward to having to go to another one of her crappy-ass weddings! But as the maid of honor, I’m very excited about the bachelorette party I’m gonna throw. I throw a party the same way I conceived my son—lot of booze, lot of sex, lot of screaming girls in the back of the Party Wagon. If you want to rock your friend’s world before she throws her life away with some loser who hasn’t even heard of AC/DC, just follow these steps: