Christmas in Her Mouth
Sunday breakfast with your best girls before a day of Christmas shopping? You might think it would be a lovely occasion, complete with quiche and sparkling water.
Not with my Rats...
Bourbon B immediately orders two Bloody Mary's and begins telling us of something called "vagina weights". She thinks we all may need these. Shaggy, finds a photo straightaway of this vaginal necessity and passes it around the table for all to see. Next - a video.
Side bar: Shaggy gets her name from unwittingly exposing her unkempt vagina to her fellow Rats during a routine workout. She has since purchased clothing that fits; however, still has not made time to perform any maintenance on her lady parts.
The Poet tells of her horrendous evening rescuing her son and his friend from a mishap involving an Amish steed. Thankfully, the children are unharmed. She hasn't had a lick of sleep. Our Rat is exhausted but still doesn't miss breakfast. She wouldn't. It's a strong bond.
Bourbon's Bloody's are gone. Now she is on to the mimosa - "Two please!" She grumbles about her fiance annoying her with his constant breathing and how she could tolerate it more with gifts.
We entertain the idea of being more inclined to oblige the occasion of anal sex with the reward of jewelry.
We discuss an Abscess and how Herb might find relief.
Bourbon piercingly declares that she needs a little "Christmas in her mouth." I think Bourbon B may be drunk.
The Princess can only shake her head.
I am sure that our waitress and the other Sunday morning patrons find us delightful.
Giggles is hanging her head. She has committed to being the driver for the forthcoming shopping adventure. I think she may be having regrets.
