My bitch bought me coach
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Yvonne came home from a trip to St. Maarten bearing the the granddaddy of all souveniers: A "Coach" bag.
Goddamn, I just love her right now. I had the shittiest day, and she busts out just the accessory to cheer me up. If I were a lesbian I'd probably marry her right now.
"I figured after the vacuum, you could use a girly gift."
My beeyatch knows me well.
Goddamn, I just love her right now. I had the shittiest day, and she busts out just the accessory to cheer me up. If I were a lesbian I'd probably marry her right now.
"I figured after the vacuum, you could use a girly gift."
My beeyatch knows me well.
sKWeez'd by K @ 12:05 AM | Perma-link
3 Comments:
At 2/16/2006 11:22 AM,
Anonymous said…
That sort of gift deserves a tongue kiss AND an ass grab at minimum.
You'd be a bad friend otherwise
~Philly
At 2/16/2006 2:38 PM,
Major Bedhead said…
A Dyson AND a Coach bag? You suck. *green*
At 2/16/2006 5:55 PM,
K said…
Well, it's a well made knockoff. Spending $200 on any kind of accessory would make me vomit uncontrollably.
I'd probably tongue kiss her if she weren't such a prude. :D
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