Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

I was supposed to be leaving for my Folly Beach getaway this evening after KT got off of work, but it looks like we're losers and won't leave until in the morning. Before we leave we've got to go to the local dirty store to stock up on penis party supplies and porn (say that 10 times fast).
Even though everyone else is flying or taking the train, KT and I decided that we were going to drive. Don't ask me why. That's very unHotLipslike. But at the time I had just gifted myself with a huge new 890 person SUV and it seemed like an appropriate time for a roadtrip. KT and I decided we would watch porn on the DVD players the whole way down. We've also got to hit the liquor store and stock up on booze.

Big Daddy suggested that I take my other car down because it is better on gas. I told him that was ludicrous. What's the point of having an 890-person SUV if you don't take it on roadtrips? He said, Yeah, but there is only two of you. But then I started naming off all the stuff I needed to take, including but not limited to: my own sheets, blankets, pillows and towels, an inflatable 6-foot penis, a blender, a suitcase full of booze and lubricant, a vacuum, a half dozen Swiffer dusters, a blow up doll, a stack of porn DVDs, a laptop, a briefcase, a purse the size of Wilmington, Delaware; a case of Mardi Gras beads, 11 visors, a large jar of honey, 17 pairs of shoes, 6 bathing suits, three dozen cupcakes, 69 jello shooters, 22 outfit choices, and blow darts, chloroform, duct tape and a ball gag (for when I kidnap Richard C. Davis). I think he finally saw my point.

So, yeah, I've got nine and half million things to do, that's why we put off leaving until the morning, but yet here I sit procrastinating. It is what I do best.

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