Oh, you
Stamped: December 28th, 2006 | Toggle Similar
Tagged: emergency, friends and losers, snoring.
This may be difficult for some of you, but imagine for a moment that us girls over here at GS are slacking at the moment. Perhaps we're all draped about the heartshaped bed, maybe hungover, possibly snoring, hardly clothed. And then Meme's voice pierces the muffled silence of gorgeous, scantily-clad, somewhat smelly girls in slumber…
"Is somebody gonna fucking post today, or what?!"
Inevitably, Jenna rises to the occassion, but not without stepping on Brandy's arm and kicking Heather in the shin. It's a mess, really. And the bottom line is that I have nothing original to say to you when I'm in this state. I could contemplate why I thought peach schnapps was a good idea, but where does that ever get anyone? Or maybe you want to know about my fondness for feeted pajamas. But, alas, another time.
Today, my friends, I'm putting it all on you. Just like Time.
Today's post is all about YOU, because, well, I really want to get back under my covers before the spot gets cold. And because, maybe I've been neglecting you. Maybe you have something really important, or witty, or insulting to say. And just maybe you haven't felt that the opportunity has yet arisen. Today, my friend, is that opportunity. Today is your turn to shine. Or, at least, do a bit of my job for me.
So let's hear it. Write a post. Write a topic. Write a comment. Write what you are eating for lunch, and how it's so delicious that you're going to bring me some of it, too. Write whatever you want, readers. Today is all about you.
See? You can even borrow our bedroom mirror.
Last 5 posts by Jenna
- peace out, my lovlies - June 8th, 2007
- bringing sexy back - May 28th, 2007
- I'm no James Woods - May 21st, 2007
- fellow commuters: grunt! - May 14th, 2007
- No, no I don't. - May 7th, 2007
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— 28 June 2007 @ 12:24 pm
Comments
Wow, women really know what they want!
I think “you” is man, and “god” is woman. Am I “you”?
Ok, I’m so impressed by this site, I’m actually going to write a topic. Because I’m lazy though, I’m going to ask anyone who’s curious to follow me and help figure out what’s really true.
Right now I’m in the process of changing the ‘Church of Satan’ with photos - the first challenge in my new game.
Swing on by my space, check out the entry in my blog about the new game. If you’re intrigued, keep looking. I just reg’d my pro account on flikr, and I fully intend to heavily abuse the unlimited bandwidth it includes.
The goal of the big game? Solve the question of life, choose the fate of the planet and solar system. Make our own ’short’ film… so far it’s been pretty vulgar, rather like a beast. Maybe that’s why I keep seeing strings of 6’s
Women are truly the masters here. M=Ti(), W=G… r… a… \/ -
Guess if you want to know for sure what I’m trying to say, you’ll have to look at the core dualities on my space.
Wait a minute. You’re saying that Jenna, Heather and Brandy are all lounging on a big heart shaped bed (must be at Hef’s) wearing not much clothes (like Heather is in the tiniest of G-strings, Jenna’s wearing some cute boxer shorts and a half T-shirt which clearly outlines her heaving chest and perky nipples, and Brandy is in her onesie), and Meme (who is probably wearing a skin-tight black rubber body suit with knee high lace up stiletto heeled boots, carrying a riding crop) walks in and begins cracking the whip. Administering discipline? Making the bitches tow the line? And then everyone starts kissing and having a big pillow fight and before long everyone is naked and giggling and well…
And I get to watch???!!!???
Um, somebody throw a bucket of water ono me, quick!
“Them”…I think I’m a little too hungover to process all that right now. But, um, thanks for doing my job for me!
Dan, dude. Was that a topic or something? You’re supposed to be looking in the mirror, not through our windows.
Jenna,
I was looking through the mirror. Turns out, its one of those magic two-way mirrors like on Romper Room with Miss Betty. (One has to be exceedingly old to get the reference!)
Okay, I’m looking though my magic mirror…, and I see Jenna… I see Brandy… I see Heather, on a heart-shaped bed, and I see Meme… and OMG… What are they DOING???!!!
Exceedingly old?? Hell no! I’m a spring chick and I still remember when I heard my name for the first time. It was fucking glorious. And I totally had my own home-made set of walking-on-cups-with-strings shoes, thankyouverymuch.
Love the site!! I love it when women come together to create cool stuff and dabble in their unique dynamic ways. Thanks for blogging!