Leppy recently returned from Las Vegas. Along with the bag of cocaine and hooker named Mercedes, she brought me back a miniature of the Las Vegas sign. It lights up all colorful and plays Viva Las Vegas and slot machine noises. Basically, it's the most amazing thing I have ever seen. As excited as I am about it, I think Leppy is a bitch. Now when I go to Ireland I have to get her something equally as mind-blowingly awesome. She has set me up for failure, unless I actually bring her home an Irish man. I think I have the...skills...to accomplish this.
The bar has been set, I will not fail.
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Mercedes smells strongly of cigarettes, ketchup flavoured potato chips and broken dreams.
Bring her back HobGoblin ale!!!
No jokes - there's also Whyte Witch (or WHite Wych) - can't remember - mine are all in a box in the garage.
I also got an Irish wishing stone - equally awesome - if you bring something back luv, it has to be luck of the Irish ;)
Although an Irish man might be good for her soul :P
If they know how to do one thing - it's PARTEEEEEEEE!
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