Monday is kitten day. We're gettin' a kitten.
As the twitter states, yesterday night a long limo stopped in front of my studio and a bunch of drunk women in extremely short skirts and high heels staggered out after someone had projectile vomited. They asked for paper towels. One woman caught some down in the back of her low rider jeans. Her friend helped her wipe it out of her ass, then tried to hand me the towel to throw away. She did sort of turn it inside out for me. I didn't take it.