Ah well here I am again! I should have posted all the gory details sooner, but I just haven't been in the mood. I think that somewhere there's a drunken tapeworm inside of me still swimming around singing disco party songs. While talking to my dear friend Sweet-face, she hinted that it was past time for the blog to be updated (she wanted something to read). After seeing that the SECRET-TELLING WHORE OF 90210 had blogged I knew I had to retaliate with something. (I swear that girl is a bigger whore of 90210 than Brandon crook-teeth was.)

Anyway, it was a wild and crazy weekend.... just as I had expected. The mother unit, who tagged along, had the shock of her life. This is a lady who is in her 50's, grew up in the DEEP southern countryside and is southern baptist. She was flabbergasted and shocked. I was shocked she made it through alive. Poor thing, she stayed huddled in the living room in a fetal position. I heard about it all the way home.

As pagans, we usually fight the idea that when we get together we simply have crazy, drunken orgies. Alas, it seems that we did EXACTLY that. Well not I...... I am a good girl. *cough cough*

Seriously, I am! I only have one pic of me playing tonsil hockey with someone!

Strangely enough the party WHORE was some guy who none of us knew and had come with friends. I think it was his goal to fondle and/or fuck everyone at the party. He didn't get my mother unit, although he tried. Tsk tsk. Next time Mr. Tex-ass.

I won't go into too much detail. Yes I can hear the sighs now. I can sum up the entire party in two lovely pics.

Nuff said.