fumblinglust's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- P.I.M.P. Ugh. I need sex. Big Red needs batteries. I'm flirting with the boys at work. Now that's desperate. I don't do cooks...anymore. I found out the chef I worked with in Seattle is working at the Bellagio. He was a fucking rock star. Last time I saw him he was headed to Chicago with a runway model on his arm. P.I.M.P. 7:53 p.m. - 2005-05-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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