I went to visit Sherri in Ireland for my 21st
birthday. I knew she was having a pretty
wild time in Eire (omg, though I didn't even
know the half of it yet), so I thought it would
turn out well. Little did I know she would get
me incredibly drunk and take me to a dance
club where they played PHIL COLLINS!!!!!!!!
Oh no she di-int! Oh yes she did! She
taught me the patented Beyonce move she
is known the world over for and then we
boogeyed it up with a gay couple until we all
departed with mutual complements for
dance techniques. How do I feel about
Mama Shfi? I mean......wellllllll......I love her.
So much! I will lubricate your world any time
you want.
Listen, I'm not even fucking joking,
Sherri is the weirdest mix of totally
brilliant, sort of insane, and mmm mmm
cat-scratch-fever sexy I've ever met. I
wish she still lived in the same
building as me, a lot. She also has a
thing for duck-themed wrist watches. No
joke, ask her. Sherri is my Priscilla
Queen of the Desert, in a uni-gendered
sort of way.
Freshman year... DU... somewhere off
campus... drinking game of some sort
involved... line for the bathroom... a
sharpie was produced and screennames
were exchanged. That is how I came to
know Sherri. Who knew someday we would
meet again!
If anyone knows Pocahontas, it's
someone who can help Mondy find his
way home or go back to the fly den on
occasion. I think the best game she
invented would have to be the
leggame...or maybe handsoccer with the
elusive Line...be sure to ask her
about those. But the one thing I will
always love about Sherritina is her
inability to keep a coherent
conversation going for more than a
minute. I will always be your Po!
Love ya, big sis.
There is nothing better than opening
your email to find that Sherri has
written you about 10 of them with the
same crazy subject line...something
along the lines of "meow", "woof woof",
or "Monday, Monday, Monday", none of
which actually relate to animals
(excepting maybe their parfums) and are
received on a Wednesday. Nonetheless, I
wish that I too had been proposed to
with the touching words "I love you
from my heart to my bottom." What a
lucky lass she is indeed. Cheers!
i was one of the shfi's first
(testimonials, that is), and she has
yet to return the favor. i hope that's
not how you treat your suitors! DON'T
HATE, RECIPROCATE!
I met Sherri in kindergarten. We sat
next to each other at the yellow table,
and quickly hit it off. Next, we
produced a soap opera titled "All My
Barbies," set on my front porch and
starring Barbie and Ken, which will no
doubt be used to thoroughly embarass us
to our respective partners. Further
evidence that Sherri and I might share
the same brain is the uncanny
resemblance of our screen names. It's
really kind of bizarre.
birthday. I knew she was having a pretty
wild time in Eire (omg, though I didn't even
know the half of it yet), so I thought it would
turn out well. Little did I know she would get
me incredibly drunk and take me to a dance
club where they played PHIL COLLINS!!!!!!!!
Oh no she di-int! Oh yes she did! She
taught me the patented Beyonce move she
is known the world over for and then we
boogeyed it up with a gay couple until we all
departed with mutual complements for
dance techniques. How do I feel about
Mama Shfi? I mean......wellllllll......I love her.
So much! I will lubricate your world any time
you want.
future.
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whatever gets you off, ya know?
Sherri is the weirdest mix of totally
brilliant, sort of insane, and mmm mmm
cat-scratch-fever sexy I've ever met. I
wish she still lived in the same
building as me, a lot. She also has a
thing for duck-themed wrist watches. No
joke, ask her. Sherri is my Priscilla
Queen of the Desert, in a uni-gendered
sort of way.
campus... drinking game of some sort
involved... line for the bathroom... a
sharpie was produced and screennames
were exchanged. That is how I came to
know Sherri. Who knew someday we would
meet again!
someone who can help Mondy find his
way home or go back to the fly den on
occasion. I think the best game she
invented would have to be the
leggame...or maybe handsoccer with the
elusive Line...be sure to ask her
about those. But the one thing I will
always love about Sherritina is her
inability to keep a coherent
conversation going for more than a
minute. I will always be your Po!
Love ya, big sis.
your email to find that Sherri has
written you about 10 of them with the
same crazy subject line...something
along the lines of "meow", "woof woof",
or "Monday, Monday, Monday", none of
which actually relate to animals
(excepting maybe their parfums) and are
received on a Wednesday. Nonetheless, I
wish that I too had been proposed to
with the touching words "I love you
from my heart to my bottom." What a
lucky lass she is indeed. Cheers!
(testimonials, that is), and she has
yet to return the favor. i hope that's
not how you treat your suitors! DON'T
HATE, RECIPROCATE!
next to each other at the yellow table,
and quickly hit it off. Next, we
produced a soap opera titled "All My
Barbies," set on my front porch and
starring Barbie and Ken, which will no
doubt be used to thoroughly embarass us
to our respective partners. Further
evidence that Sherri and I might share
the same brain is the uncanny
resemblance of our screen names. It's
really kind of bizarre.