ANOTHER ONE FOR THE BOOKS

i have always and firmly believed that the best things happen in the absence of anything remotely akin to a plan (now simply, plan, as it's been relegated to 4-letter-word-status in my personal rulebook. begone, vile plan, says i... back to the pit with you). so, too, unfolds another drunken, debaucherous weekend with my litigious rockstar friend and co-conspirator, Reckless (perhaps you and i should drop the nicknaming... the absence of innocence precludes the need to protect it, n'est pas?).

since i'm travel weary, and i don't feel like writing everything down just now, i shall entice you with the following titles of future posts so you can drool over the mounting anticipation of my storytelling:

ONE MOTHERFUCKING NORDSTROM TOO MANY

I'LL SHOW YOU MINE IF YOU SHOW ME YOURS; DOES THAT TATTOO GO ALL THE WAY TO YOUR VAGINA? YOU REQUIRE CONDITIONER.

BIGGER BOOBS = BETTER PLAY

APPARENTLY YOU GET LAID MORE IF YOU HAVE A DOG

and the one i'm most excited about:

SHOW ME YOUR ASS, WINNETKA!

a few of you will find this instantly hilarious. i would like to take this opportunity to thank you for welcoming me into your fine city and lending me your dog for the day.