So we're all sitting around chatting and out of nowhere, Leigh comes over, sits down on Sarah's lap and then with no warning, slips her hand into Sarah's top and cops a feel! (It was probably her proximity to my Ruffled shirt that sent her over the edge).
On Monday evening Sarah called me and asked if I wanted to go with to the nightclub Crobar. When I asked her if she was out of her mind, she clarified: "No, I'm asking because Vince Neil (formerly of a small rock outfit called Motley Crue for those of you who didn't grow up in New Jersey in the 80s) is playing there tonight and I have to go for work and interview him after the show." Suddenly, even Crobar seemed tolerable.
Sarah was looking so juggalicious I just couldn't help myself. DISCLAIMER: For the benefith of certain potential readers (Umm, namely Sarah's overprotective brother) I'd like to point out that my mouth isn't actually on Sarah's boobies - it's just an optical illusion - honest!
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