It’s Holly

Why me and Tater get along so well…

So we’re talking about relationships or dream dates or something along those lines. The conversation kinda goes like this (not exact, but you’ll get the gist).

Holly: I like French accents…
Justin: I want to go to London and get a british chick.
Holly: Oooh, a black british chick.
Justin: Like that black girl on Vegas
Holly: yeah!
Justin: I’d fuck her all night, then make her read my email to me in the morning
Holly:LMAOOOO

And that’s why I love the Tater. Because that’s totally something I’d make some french boy do for me

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Another interesting conversation this weekend… was with my sister on speaker phone and Kelly and I in the car on our way to get something to eat on our way from the restaurant (surprise surprise).

Holly: Let me call my sister so you can tell her you have dough cramps from pizza.
::holly calls tina::
Kelly: Hey Tina! I have dough cramps!
Tina: LOL so do I! I have cake cramps!
Holly: From what?
Tina: The hot chocolate fudge cake leftover from Black Anus.
Kelly: Ooh, that sounds good.
Holly: We just ate, Kelly.
Kelly: So! It still sounds good! With a glass of milk… mmmm
Tina: Ooh, drink it with buttermilk!
Kelly: OH NO! Just because it has butter in the name doesn’t mean it tastes good!! I swear I tried that and I almost threw up.
Tina & Holly: LOL
Kelly: Not that you’d know this, Tina, but it tastes like cold male semen.
Tina & Holly: LOLOLOLOL
Holly: Ahem… I don’t know what you’re talking about….
Holly: I’ve never, EVER had buttermilk.