guess who got invited to the bold italic/ryan farr sit-down dinner at flora grub gardens? c’est moi. [thanks, mariah]
hello, dinosaur ribs.
so these people were sitting across from us and couldn’t stop making out – with tongue. and her boobs were hanging out. and they were fake – obviously.
oh, and mark happened to be there with his sexy short shorts on. always with the short shorts, mark.
afterwards, mariah and i were wasted and thought it would totally be a good idea to explore an abandoned warehouse in hunters point by ourselves. i’m a bit cloudy on this part of the night…
but all’s well that ends well, right? after all, we’re both still alive and have our innocence in tact.
