<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://draft.blogger.com/navbar/9284470?origin\x3dhttp://pissybritches.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Things To Do Before I Die

So, my best friend from Jr. High Chandra called me yesterday at work. She started the conversation with "you are never going to guess what i have to say" ..at this point I am freaking out because she never calls me for anything. We always keep up through email and don't see one another nearly enough. That is what kids do to you. This is what she says to me. Brace yourselves.

Joe (her husband) works with a guy that knows Motley Crue's producer or some shit and that they are definitely coming to NASHVILLE and that he is working like hell to get us tickets to the show and BACKSTAGE PASSES and is almost 100% sure he can get them!!!! Holy Motherfucking Shit. I almost hung up on her for playing that prank. I said "you are lying" about 10,000 times and then I said "freakin, freakin" a lot. Only because I was at work and had to try to maintain my professional self. This is the most unbelivable thing EVER. If this dream actually comes true for me and I meet NIKKI SIXX I will probably shit my pants or have a stroke. I cannot believe it. I cannot believe that this is the most excited I have been since I was a teenager. I am a total and complete FREAK.

Why am I so excited?..because when I was in 8th grade I was in love with Motley Crue and I was also a big ole' bully and a biatch. Chandra and I got kicked off the cheerleading team for wearing Motley Crue T-shirts to school. Can you believe that shit? That just made my passion burn DEEPER for them. And to go to their concert, much less meet them in person would seriously be one of the things on my "Things to do before I die list"

What will my daughter think of me for being such a Crue whore?



link | posted by Pissy Britches at Tuesday, December 28, 2004

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous commented at 10:22 AM~  

She never has to know!

Blogger Pissy Britches commented at 11:13 AM~  

I know. I don't think I will tell her. Till she is grown at least. :)

Want to Post a Comment?

back to main page



www.flickr.com
This is a Flickr badge showing public photos from pissybritches. Make your own badge here.

Wanna Hear It, Here It Go

Don't Be Real Nosey



Hooker Ass Bitches

web page counter
Nutri System Food
MIZ graphics