Lisa Actually Remembers Saturday Night

Mama Lisa: We Partied Like it was 1999 - Literally.

I don’t remember the end part where there were boobies. Well, I kind of do, but that’s where it gets hazy. Very hazy. And dark. And everything tasted like rum.

My notes:
notes

Get your skinny bitch ass down here, Paul
Spend the day in the bass bin
If the options are white or red, choose white because it doesn’t stain
Coming soon: my long distance relationship with booze
Backlit strippers — I mean burlesque dancers in the magic hour
Fucking Minnesota! JUST GO!
Everyone has to go to the bathroom, I just have to go in a timely manner

Hey, here we are!
luce

3 Responses to “Lisa Actually Remembers Saturday Night ”

  1. yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

  2. sorry i’m a bitch-ass

  3. Didn’t you mean: “yo ho ho and a bottle a brass monkey, when my girlie shakes her hips, she sure gets funky!”

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