Mark and Maureen : The Untold Story.
We Didn’t Do a Title..AKA We Didn’t Start the Fire.

Dear Beloved Audience of Thine,

Here we have a bibbity boppity thought of the evening:

If you swallow a Gusher whole, would it pop when you pooped it out?

Our Opinion:

Only Amy Winehouse would know.

Also, happy 4th birthday to Mr. Franklin Turtle, 

Mark: What did that email just say? The writing is so fuckin’ small.

Me: I know…I figure I will read it when I’m straight. I mean, sober. 

Tonight we took pictures in silly pants and shirt-less aprons. On a pee pad. On MaUrEeN’s bOyFraNz bed. Also in “stowah” (store), the results for the $LUT TE$t (<—-wtf Ke$Ha?!), lots of “ceweal and chips”, and watching “Friends”. If we ever stop eating. Oh, and fuck Casey Sh*ne. And by fuck him, we really do mean have sex with him. HE. IS. HAWT.

FAT. It is always burning since the brownies been burning.

M&M.