Ass? You mean there was an ass involved, too?
Oh, you’re the Farm Girl all those websites are promising. I see.
Then again, I may never see again if I put myself in slapping distance of Eve…
I was thinking that too, Oxy.
::: deletes from To Do List:
- Attend New York City Dopefest; meet …Eve… ::::
I want to go shopping with Eve. I know she knows all the coolest places in NY to shop.
I’ll tell you what: We’ll chug some maalox, smoke a leftie, go shopping, and then top it off with pints at the seediest Irish pub in NYC until 54% of us have fallen off our barstools from acute inebriation. Then we’ll go to a petting zoo…
It’s not that I want I want to get Eve drunk, or that I want to get drunk in front of Eve, but there’s a long list of people I would kill, dismember, or maim in order to have a quiet afternoon with Eve, perhaps over tea, listening to her dish on just about any subject.
I’d even bring my own lorgnette.