Naughty Sailors, A Head Of Hanson, Fendi (THATS FENDI) and Home Lyf: Part 3
Lady B was pulling some serious moves and to our surprise managed to sink three balls in a row…a hidden talent perhaps?
Hellllooooo Taylor Hanson 😉
And then things started to get a little blurry…two bottles became ten bottles and three housemates became five new BFFs. I’m still unsure as to what this boy who somewhere along the way looks like he incurred a fairly severe injury is passing me in this photo? Perhaps it was some money?…a pocket sized dictionary? A little lizard he’d trapped in a cigarette case…
It appeared as though a stir fry flinging competition had taken place in our backyard and for some reason everyone was pointing the finger at me. Come on guys i’m not that filthy!
Mr. H. Hanson was welcomed into the Dirthouse with open arms by all of the Queens and he definitely made a lasting impression on Queen L…It must have been his boyish Charm? She promptly made him a cup of coffee and gave him rein of the Dirthouse throne (stool).
Meanwhile I had been banished to the backyard to hose off the now solidified stir fry residue…the fact that my pants were wedged so high up my bum made the situation all the more enjoyable. Oh well, I guess you can’t win them all.
Until next time lovers!