Just Another Girl On The IRT

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Friday, November 25, 2005

I shop therefore I am

Once the bird carcasses are foil wrapped into swan shapes and folks sufficiently fart each other into oblivion while striking an Al Bundy pose on the sofa, we soon turn to our real national pastime to burn off that caloric intake from the night before. The biggest shopping day of the year is now upon us. Black Friday. Let the real games begin.

I plan on getting my celebrity wake-up call (preferably from Heidi Klum) just as a reinforcement to roll my ass out when it's still twilight. Gotta love the smell of capitalism in the morning!

link | Shot from the lip by TriniPrincess at 1:36 AM |


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