The Herpe Glare

jon:  if looks could transmit herpes, I would've already given you herpes

 me:  If penises could transmit herpes, you would've already given me herpes

I guess this is my way of telling you that I have herpes

Although I do like the idea of saying, "quit giving me that herpe look!"

 jon:  ok, ill give you the 'aids stare' instead

 me:  I'll reply with the gonorrhea glare

 me:  followed by the genital warts gaze

 jon:  haha

the hepetitis glance

and the crab wink

(thats where you wink so hard that crabs fly off of your eyelashes and land on you)

 me:  wow that's a hard wink

 me:  the papillomavirus peep!

 

Old as Balls

Sally:

 i have no problem staying in all weekend. i think that's a sign i'm getting older

Erika:

old as balls

Sally:

so then what is you are young as....tits?

Erika:

hahaha

young as undescended testes?

Sally:

hmmm

balls work for everything

Erika:

quit thinking about undescended testes, you perv

Sally:

like that bitch is crazy as balls

Erika:

or like, "I could really go for some balls in my mouth"

Sally:

that dude beat the balls out of that guy

OMG

yes or that

Drunk Off Your Love Juice

jon:  im gonna open a winery

in woodinville

and call it "morning woodinville"

and it will be fermented in casks of viagra

 me:  wow.

 jon:  yeah

you can have the first "tasting"

me:  I can't wait to get drunk off your "love juice"

ps that will be the name of your wine

and we will put a picture of you on the bottle dressed like Jesus

the slogan will be "Jesus only turned water into wine..."

 jon:  oh that's perfect

 me:  we make a great team

 me:  

you put the teabag in team

you put the cream in team

you put the...crap that's all I could think of. Penis.

Cause of Pregnancy: Hobo Beejer

jon:  so
whatchu drankin fri
aside from my baby broth
 me:  GROSS
 jon:  oh
but seriously
lets party
jon:  see where the night takes us
 me:  will you be mad if I don't drink
 jon:  yes
wait
are you pregnant
 me:  yes
it's yours
jon:  erika
for the 100th time
you cant get pregnant giving hobos beejers
so stop trying
 me:  but the hobo said...
wait did you just call yourself a hobo?
jon:  well
sometimes i disguise myself
for the free handouts and beejers
so wait
are you not drinking for a month again
remember what that did to our friendship?
me:  yeah, we have such a delicate foundation of mutual disgust and binge drinking, it must be cared for and nurtured in order to thrive
much like a rare orchid
jon:  indeed
so wait
why arent you drinking
are you afraid of roofies, cuz i swear i dropped that in there on accident
 me:  no problem, happens all the time

"Surprise Sex" Party

jon:  lets celebrate, bitch
ima pop outta yo cake
spray my frosting

jon:  blow my candles
unwrap my package
pull my ribbon
grab my gift sack

me:  well I hope you include a gift receipt
because I'm definitely gonna want to return whatever you "give" me

jon:  no returns
only abortions
haha im gonna give you a card that only says that
cryptically
me:  that's not exactly cryptic
seems pretty explicit to me
jon:  oh

me:  maybe you should just "surprise" me instead
BTW on a COMPLETELY unrelated note
I've decided to call rape "surprise sex" instead
jon:  makes sense

jon:  do you want a surprise party?

 

Muffcakes

Jennie:  what if you just draw a muffin and shade my face into it?
me:  what if I just draw you with a muffin top?
Jennie:  ooooo yes
muffin top that shit

me:  with sprinkles
which might end up looking like either zits, freckles or herpes
Jennie:  definitely strategically place them so it looks like herpes

me:  wait does that mean that I have to draw you vag
because I don't know if I'm prepared to do that
Jennie:  don't act like it's your first time
don't lie, you're less practiced at drawing things above the belt.

me:  oh
well fuck
fine, may as well draw your asshole while I'm at it
god knows I've seen it enough times
Jennie:  so, this will be like a seated-crotch-forward-facing-muffin shot?

me:  I'm thinking that we can get two bar stools, and you can stand on them, one foot on each, and I'll lie beneath, looking up

 me:  Jennie:  ........wow
me:  ...what..

me:  if you know a way to capture your asshole, vag, herpes, AND muffin top, I'd like to hear better idea.
Jennie:  hahahahaha
.....pretzel position??
me:  maybe we could incorporate some mirrors...?

Jennie:  that would sure squeeze a good muffin top out
mirrors, check.
whipped cream, check.
er, wait
me:  wait...what??
Jennie:  haha
me:  vaseline

 me:  Jennie:  oh woops
yeah good call
me:  scotch tape
masking tape
Jennie:  syran wrap
me:  duct tape
double sided tape
Jennie:  spread knives
sprinkles

me:  electrical tape
forceps
tweezers
screw driver
nutcracker

me:  once you put sprinkles on a muffin, it becomes a cupcake
...right?
or, does it also need to have frosting...
Jennie:  I think frosting makes it a cupcake
me:  if you only have sprinkles, and no frosting, does that make it a MuffCake?
Jennie:  hahahaha

me:  "Deep thoughts, by Erika Wright"
Jennie:  Nice
hahaha
write a book!

me: I could really go for a muffcake right now.

 

Pantiless for the Papparazzi

Erika:

we should "accidentally" not wear underwear with our dresses

10:49 AM Erika:

and "accidentally" get out of the cab in a less than lady like manner

10:49 AM Sally:

hahaha right

oh my god can we take paparrazi photos like that

cause that'd be hot

10:49 AM Erika:

BAHAHHAA

I think you just asked me to take a pic of your vag

and my answer is yes

10:51 AM Betty: I'm so pissed I'm going to miss this

fuck john mayer

can you guys at least send me the pics?

10:52 AM Erika: of course

you can guess who is who

from the waist down

10:54 AM Betty: I love that game