I was going to write a long and amusing post about the gay slumber party I had for my birthday last night, which involved watching teen movies, eating pounds of junk food, giving each other mud-mask and peel-off facials, telling fortunes, and talking about boys, but this picture of me from the mud-mask facial portion of the evening says it all:
If that isn’t enough to make men fall in love with me, I don’t know what is.
Um and for what reason was *I* not invited to this soiree….sigh…I feel so unloved…
Are those leeches?
A face smeared in murky liquid.
Clearly, this is you at your best.
I didn’t get invited. That’s all I’m ever going to remember about you. I begged for an invite. I even woulda brought my own mud mask. *sniff*
I would have brought my mint julep mask and my oatmeal/cucumber mask but NOOOOOOOOOO don’t invite me either…Come on fish…we’ll slumber on our own! 🙂
Oh, dear. Brian and Fish, is there any way I can make it up to you?
Well, Brian, I know a way I can make it up to you.
Honey it’s gonna take more than THAT to make it up to me… 🙂
I just don’t know. Some injuries are not easily repaired.
Brian, if we slumber, we’re inviting EVERYONE. We don’t have snobby parties! Facials for all friends. Even Faustus. But he has to bring dessert (read: chocolate). As penance.
Hope you had a wonderful birthday, Faustus. Certainly sounds like it. I remember when I was your age, salads were meant to be eaten, not worn. Wait’ll you reach my age…
Depends on the facials you were talking about Fish. We need to make THAT point clear to Faustus…*flees before he gets beaten to death*
Hey! I recognize that mouth! Wasn’t it in some gay porn movie somewhere before?
*gasp* omg! cuke me, faustus!!!
mmmm nice nice kissable mouth. = ))