Lindsay: 25, Indianapolis. Is not one of those feisty "i will survive" types. Makes fun of what you're wearing. Trying to figure out what to do after whitewashing her "future plans" board. Has no opinion on dragons.

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01 April 2008 : the truth about those pretty girls in the elevator

this is what was said the morning after the wedding with the open bar.

"hey, where's that cat?"

"uh...what cat?"

"the one that shat in my mouth."

"oh...yeah, it crawled into my intestinal tract and died."


posted by lindsay at 18:21 ::



1 Comments:

hey, that was my wedding with the open bar. try being the bride...you can't live up to the "pretty girl" the next day when you've had 3 hours of sleep and talked to entirely too many people.

and i heard you didn't do so well after the reception...poor thing.

By Anonymous MandaSmee, at 10:07 PM  

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