it's official ladies and gentlemen (actually, are there any out there who read this? a world of no.).
spring fever is upon us.
i am getting the sexy red fedora as my pressie from leslie tomorrow and will totally be curling my hair, which i dont think i have done since sadie hawkins senior year. it is going to kick so much ass.
and i am not even all that bothered ugly sexy can't come (though he seemed quite disappointed) as i have found out he is a serial monogomist. nix. a pox on that shit.
i digress. through a promotional scotland tourism thing, i have been sent this. I am partial to the buffalo farmer i think only because that is ridculous.
the manhunt has begun in the wilds of scotland. may i be debauched in the bracken as soon as it thaws.
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so the pictures aren't appearing at work. but i did view them briefly at home this morning, and i think it is hilarious. if i win, me and bridget are totally flying over. i'm going to send her the link when i get home tonight so she can enter too.
also--one of the very hot scots lives in new york. you know people who know people. track him down. give him my number. make him fall madly in lust with me.
i didn't get photos either, but the videos were jsut fine.
which one was in new york? i'll see what i can do, as we all know hot scots are a conspiracy of loons with mafia-like connections.
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