07 March 2007

What *really* happened

As our blogger/reader relationship continues to grow ever more intimate, I feel the need to come clean about last night and show you what really happened during my birthday festivities.

From now on, no more ruses, just plain-as-Julia-Stiles honesty. I promise.

(don't worry, I watched Dick wash his dose of Coumadin down with my Kir Royale promptly at 10pm)

6 comments:

I beg to differ said...

That is HILARIOUS...
I like the darker lips in this version!

brown bear '02 said...

The scary thing is, for those of us who know Johanna, we know this is how she would have liked her evening to gone down.

You sketchy Republican brat, you.

Anonymous said...

I think it would be very hard (or should I say not hard) to *consumate* your relationship with old dicky, heart medicine and viagra dont mix :(

Brooke said...

No wonder he got a blood clot in his leg!

Anonymous said...

Yeah, in his *leg*...

Anonymous said...

I don't doubt you rubbed that glimmer on hoping that it, combined with your pheramones, would lure Dick from Lynne's clutches right over to that chair next to you.

Such a calculated girl, you are...