The girls...

Christina: 22-year-old living in Small-ish Town, West Coast. Lives with and loves BF. Has too many exes, some with interesting stories, some... not so much. Is still trying to figure out what to do now that her bff, Courtney, is two states away... again.
Courtney: 22-year-old living in Smaller Town, West Coast. Living alone, single and loving it. Has lots of scandalous stories to share. Missing her bff, but is excited about this new journey! Looking for Mr. Right, but will settle for Mr. Right now...

Behind the name...

Sex and the City + the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants + The Sweetest Thing...
Part young girl, part grown woman... a little bit of fashion, a little bit (well, hopefully a LOT) of sex... and probably more booze than what's healthy. We started this blog hoping to start a chronicle of our lives, now hundreds of miles apart, as best friends... with the help of a fabulous handbag, of course!

Showing posts with label Fuck Me Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fuck Me Friday. Show all posts

Fuck Me Friday

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UPDATE: I don't know what the fuck is wrong with blogger and/or the template we use, but apparently it likes to make our posts run together when a number of photos are used. I'm working on it. Oh, fuck it. I took the photos down and just linked to them because this shit is pissing me off.

Thank god for the ability to schedule posts to publish at a later date/time, or you probably wouldn't be seeing this until who knows when.

Anyway, my first Fuck Me Friday.

Hello, eyes.

Look at that smirk!

Just take me.

Christ, I couldn't just pick one picture. So you get a few. (EDIT: Sort of.)

Seriously. So talented. So cute. Look at that smile! Those eyes! So nice. So fucking sexy!

And did you ever hear his accent?

Damn it. I'll never get at him. Because I'm definitely not into necrophilia.

I miss him. Really, I do. Been a fan for years. I unfortunately stumbled upon this and this (obviously related) while searching for this post, and am pretty sad I found it. I refuse to post it here.

On a related note, I tried to find a sexy pic of Michelle Williams (you know, Heath's baby's mama) for our male readers but... damn. I had no luck. She just doesn't do it for me. So you get Angelina instead.

Mmmhm.

XOXO
Christina

Drama, anyone? (& Last week's Fuck me Friday)

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Don't you just love it when you start to like a guy, and some Jealous Bitch comes and ruins everything over an effing myspace message? And who the hell are you to believe-- the guy who you just started to like, or the girl who you barely know that claims they aren't just friends? I feel like I'm in the fourth grade and some girl just passed me a note saying "Billy told me he wanted to play on the jungle gym with me at recess instead of you" or something just as ridiculous. Seriously, I start to actually LIKE Mr. Cling, and along comes Jealous Bitch at full force. However, he did bring a good point on himself... I usually talk to him throughout the day pretty much until he goes to bed anyway, hence the Cling.


On to last week's Fuck Me Friday, since Christina & I both forgot:

I'll keep it short, simple & sexy:

David Beckham: ahhh.






Don't worry, guys-- I didn't forget you!

Jennifer Aniston: damn, girl.

exes and oh!s,
Court

Fuck Me Friday! #1

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I know, I know. It's past midnight, so it's technically Saturday, but I couldn't go to sleep without doing my first "Fuck Me Friday!".

So... For tonight's topic: Who do I want to fuck? Well, honestly... if I had it my way today, I would have taken my boss' daughter's friend for a welcome fuck after I picked him up from the airport. Unfortunately, all I got from him was a shit load of not-so-innocent flirting. Hey, he seemed into it-- I just wasn't about to do that. Not until I know they're not dating, anyways. :)


'Tis life. Luckily I get to go home next week and maybe I'll get a little action there. I might have to call up Mr. Cling if I get desperate!


Alright, so onto who I'd like to fuck (other than of the hot ass Les Schwab guys that came running to me when I was getting my tires changed?) Dermot Mulroney. Ahhhh. You know what? Who the hell cares if he's 45. I'd do him. And don't tell me you wouldn't. Who knew that the boat love scene in The Wedding Date could be so hot when you don't see cock & boobs? I said it once and I'll say it again: I'd fuck him in a heartbeat.

If you see Dermot, point him in my direction...
exes and oh!'s,
Court
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