Peris here.
Fresh out of jail. Foil-fresh, fragrant and wearing no panties. At least that way I didn't need to turn them inside out every night. Ka-peesh ?
Anyhows, I started this little blogg when I was in the big house reading about all those cool things those guys Matthew, Luke and John did.
That's when I knew my life had like totally changed.
I am sooo a better person. I swear to God mom. I was reading the Bible and not fantasising about being done 60 diff ways by McConnaughey, Wilson and Cusack - sheesh.
But it did get kinda sweaty back there in my top bunk for a while... (Sorry 'bout that Charmaine. I've left you two sticks of Hubba Bubba and a diamante-thong behind the 3rd window bar on the right.)
Anyways, I was almost tempted to call my attorney and have him call the judge to tell him I want to be locked up to serve the rest of my sentence.


Not ONE of these hasbeens ... errr... I mean ladeez, are mattress-worthy.
In par-tick, Old Spice. I mean, c'mon. Get real. You've got to know how to work that camera, baby. Just ask her hub-unit. David Bra-ckham. (He can orbit in my Galaxy any time :) And perhaps he will, tee hee.
I even SMS-d his bootylicious ex-girlfriend Rebecca Loose to find out how she managed to snare such a great piece of manhood. Miaow! Now there's a pussycat doll that knows how to Pimp Her Ride. Know whadda mean???
Next time - Booty and the Beach.

Next time - Booty and the Beach.
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