I got home from Marathon Monday at the gym tonight and checked the mail...bills, one of those coupon mailers (baby, we're going to Don Pablos this weekend!) and a package. Yes, it was addressed to the previous occupant of the apartment but it felt like a DVD and I had some time to kill before the boyfriend got off work.
So I'm on the phone with a friend and I'm carefully tearing into the envelope (as to not ruin the manicure that I got on Saturday morning--it needs to last through Easter) trying to see what my new movie is.
Then I start screaming.
It's porn. Girls Gone Wild-esque.
So I hang up and immediately call RGB and she points out that Girls Gone Wild is a series and you get one DVD every month so I'm now in the porno of the month club. Sweet.
It sort of reminds me of the time Dumdum DVR'd porno and forgot to erase it and then my friend and her boyfriend came to stay with me for the weekend and her boyfriend turned on the TV, hit the DVR button (I guess they don't have the digital cable in Minnesota) and right there on the screen was Forrest Humps or whatever. Nice.
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2 comments:
Just wait...in four short weeks, you'll have yet another video of 18-year-olds exchanging their dignity for a Girls Gone Wild t-shirt which will forever commemorate their classy college years.
Forrest Humps? Are you sure it wasn't Position: Impossible, or Snatch Adams, or Jurassic Pork, or Star Whores...I could go on forever.
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