I'm alive today.
Why?
Well, for one, I didn't get into the car with a lecherous serial killer who was so up in my grill he all but sat in my lap at the bar last night.
"My driver. He outside. You beautiful lady. We smoke cocaine cigarettes. I put a little on top. It's nice. Come. My driver. He right outside. He waiting. You beautiful lady. We smoke cocaine cigarettes."
Um...I'm good. Thanks for thinking of me though!
2 comments:
Yay for Anne!
Yay for failed serial killers with excellent taste!
we smoke cocaine cigarettes. my driver. he outside. you beautiful lady.
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