Just finished watching The Bachelor. I know. I shouldn’t watch such mind-numbing tripe, but I can’t help myself. The new bachelor is British. And hot.
But when she got off the limo, I told Fishdog she’d had some Valium and possibly a Xanax as an appetizer. Then, after she overtly flirted and almost man-handled the handsome Brit, she went inside to booze it up.
By the end of the night, she had started a cat-fight, taken off her white lacy thong and given it to the handsome Brit, and passed out on an unmade bed. Unmade as in no sheets. At all. Just a mattress.
Oh yeah. White-thong is the new awesome.