Fayner Posts: I was waiting outside the Starbucks for TR this morning, which is not the worst place in the world to watch chicks walk by. If I wasn’t in my whale pants and having the dogs in the car I might have tried to make a move on one of them.
A Mercedes pulled up down the aisle, and from afar I saw who I would have sworn was Mary Carey. It was her, I told myself as she was walking closer.
Then I began going over the recent things I’ve written about Mary. The Halloween pumpkin story. The stupidest thing ever said story. Oh God, here we go.
But it wasn’t Mary Carey. It was just a fat, blonde whore with huge tits.
You can see where I made the mistake, right?