Then we watched Larry check his Myspace email and got trashed on Bailey’s. Larry projected his desktop onto the wall so we could recite all of his outgoing potential courtship responses in funny accents. Then we read my blog that way also, until we all had peeing-pants fits. Reading my blog wasted is pretty funny ‘cos I caps lock sentences for emphasis and my grammar is just terrible and lazy so when you’ve had several drinks everything is all jumbled and hurried and you are like what?

And then when you make your voice affected it’s ten times more hilarious, doooooooood.

Larry has a thing for Asian women, he’s got three different ones on the go and soon we will be meeting two of them. Separately of course.

One is 23! Her name is Minnie. Ha-ha.

The other one is 39! Her name is Desire. I am not lying.

A few months ago I mixed up these two other Myspace conquests of Larry’s so he had to dump them. He wasn’t too angry with me. He said it was good material for his screenplay.

“Larry, you’re writing a screenplay?”

“Yes, is that so hard to believe, Penny?”

“…”

“Ok fine, I’m writing a porn.”

“!”

“Ok fine! I’m putting it in the wank failure bank.”

So this time I know better not to get loaded and insist that I fully remember being told that < ___ > is the manager of her department in bla bla bla sales something boring tra la la and has two dogs, one named Cody the other named Myrtle. Man that was awkward.

Sam plays wingman, well, sort of, and I sometimes play spinster hag. We’ve decided Sam can’t really be wingman anymore ‘cos then Larry’s lady’s friend gets way into Sam and I get way into red wine and then I blow everyone’s cover.