So. My friend Julie, who will remain linkless ’cause there’s no blog to link to (hint, hint), brought me a-couple-a sleeves of Oreos Friday night. They’re gone. In case you missed my previous post - this last weekend was a regular cookie carnival for me and my bootay. And I haven’t even started in on the details about the dancing and martinis and and roller skating, and a glorious visit from Aunt Flo.
No. This is about Oreos. And about my aforementioned Bootay.
I’m going to Physical Purgatory now. I will be there for The. Next. Three. Eight. Days. Wanna join me, Pumpkin?
Ah, feel better. But hey, at least you had the oreos, right?
Oreos and Aunt Flo…ahhh, a match made in purgatory.
Purgatory Oreo-my favorite place. I used to like lollipop-limbo too until they outlawed the place.