Lynn Shelton's Touchy Feely had some point about unintentional healing and wanting to fuck your aunt's boyfriend. No matter - the evening progressed into a carousing playfest at sun up that automatically gives the nighttime closer bonus points. So here we are touting highlights of just another night here in WTFland (never called it that before). Here's what differentiates this from every other "Tonite we effed, tonite we didn't eff" journal - I'm a virgo. Stretching that, this is where we explained universal dischord without ever referring to thigh chafing. Rosemary Dewitt's nose crown doesn't take away from her . . . .hairstyle. Neither does manboobs. I imagine co-opting my 16 year old chest and having these B cups dissolve. And that would make me . . . . . pretty much the same person. I actually knew and talked to Letitia Dripps. Tish Dripps. Why doesn't that clear the air for the great Roy's pics featuring my fake diamond teeth (zirconia as in cubic zirconia engagement ring that divulges you are a cheapskate but in the case of teeth, you are Warren Buffet)?

Why is the space between a women's breasts and her hips called a waist? Because you could fit another pair of breasts there