Girls! Get me back on my diet; order up the Botox. What the hell is going on?!
I think I told you at the last classic about hearing from my friend who had gotten a divorce a few years ago. Just got off the phone with him again. Reminiscing about dancing with a "little person." I believe he spanked said little person. It was a decade and some bourbon ago.
Anyway, last week I got a message from another old friend. He was going to Lexington to stay with a friend. Did I want to meet up with him? Y'all know me--Prudy Prudewell--this friend has a wife who I do not know. So...I said, "That would be fun, but I'm in Louisville." He meant Louisville. He's getting a divorce, too. Blessedly, the plan fell through. He's nice as ever and a raging alcoholic who can't afford his divorce. Needs to work on how he looks on paper. Since then he likes every one of my fb posts, so you can see him if you want.
So, HCG. Botox. Latisse. I ain't the girl I was at 22.
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