|I arrived at Carrie’s with all of this. And left this morning
with only my sun tan lotion. We never made it to the pool.
|Cat & Carrie. Pre tequila. Wait- maybe somewhere in
between bottles one and three.
|Carrie’s Margarita recipe:
1 can of frozen mix.
1/2 bottle of Cuervo.
And this goes down on Face Book- just as the drunken tards typed it:
Oh fuck you made me delete my fucking novel rebuttal…I meant I tin the best possible way, you are me dirty whore shero, and I did too invite you on I’M. So go pour me another margarita you dirty whore.
Carrie: hahhaqhaha! Hey slut bag, go find a dictionary.
Cat: Slut bag? Taht’s Mistress Slut Bag to you Dirty Whore…adn I just peed on your couch.
Carrie:Damn good thing it’s leather…. you can find the Depends in the hall closet for all of my other friends who are almost 40…
Cat: Don’t need it tahnks though. I’mgonna go rap under your pillow.
Carrie:Please excuse me while I cry after you pointed out that when I laugh really hard I have I giant vein in my forehead….
Cat:You looked very skinny in the picture- like totally. You have a glow about you. Except for that vein. Muhahahahah!
Carrie:Don’t make fun of my throbbing vein. Jackass
Cat:Cause I might wanna spoon it later ? haahahahahahah!
Weezie:Wow. Tequila anyone?
Carrie:Weezie, what? You’re bringing us tequila because we are out????
|Weezie stops in to make sure we are still breathing.
She does not bring us more tequila, though.
|I love you Carrie. See I drew a “brd” for you to prove it.|
|Know what goes well with Tequila? Pancakes.|