The GITB has some pretty questionable and colorful friends, one of whom is a buddy from high school who invented some innovative twist to fire extinguishing equipment and now has more money than he will ever need. I like the guy but he is a little twisted and leering sometimes. Though he is very good to his mom. But that does not mean he is not a jackass. Because he is. And he spends way too much time speaking to my boobs and not my face.
Anyway, so what is Rob doing for the holidays? Purchasing toys for underprivileged children? Helping out the homeless? Easing the burden of those who travail and are heavy-laden?
Why, no. Rob is renting a ballroom at an area beach resort for New Year's and he is throwing a "Pimps and Hos Ball." That's right. All the guys are supposed to dress like, well, pimps. Shiny suits, lots of bling, gold teeth, big hats. And the women are requested to attend said ball dressed as "hos." Which does not look correct but I guess it is the plural of "ho." Because it is "ho" without an "e."
Yep, the Pimp & Ho Ball, 2006. Rob assures me that if I attend, I will love it because he is serving Cuban food and there will be a cigar bar, and he knows how much I love Cubans. But still, do I even need to ask that age-old, hey-let's-make-it-into-a-rubber-bracelet-question? Yeah, I guess I do: WTFWJD?
2 comments:
Jesus would go and change water into wine. Oh wait. Maybe that's only weddings.
You're on your own.
I feel uncomfortable rating my own boobs, so I will have to rely on an outside party(s) to make that determination. Yes, mel, more than one man has seen my ta-tas.
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