I can’t figure out if I’m embarrassed or proud of this.
The George Michael Bluth of cowboys
Noticed something interesting in Katy Perry’s “Last Friday Night” (first and last time someone will say that).
Last Friday night / Yeah we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots / Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night / Yeah we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar / So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night / We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark / Then had a menage a trois
Last Friday night
This is a little disturbing.
“Yeah, last Friday night was crazy. We were so drunk. Did we kiss?! Oh my god, we’re crazy. Do you think we kissed?! We’re just supposed to be friends and now we’re kissing each other?! Jesus. I mean, of course I remember when we both fucked that other person. But I’m still hazy on that potential kiss early on in the night. That’s so embarrassing…Anyway, three-way fuck next weekend?”
Really snuck that last one in there, Denise.