Another pure nite

oh, fuck yeah.

(that pic is me going all, "whoop! whoop!" and dancing my azz off!!)

while you suckas were sitting at home this weekend, i was at Pure in VEGAS BABY! with my girl lindsay, who is totally clean and sober and fresh out of 45 days in rehab.

and by "45 days in rehab" i mean "boob job in malibu." have you seen my angel lately? she is STACKED. she makes me wanna eat some grapefruit.

so anyway, now she has this "alcohol bracelet" around her ankle that is supposed to let the judge know when she drinks anything with alcohol.

silly judge.

in addition to an alcohol bracelet, she would need an ecstacy bracelet. and a blow bracelet. and a meth bracelet. and on occasion, a horse tranquilizer bracelet.

and maybe an anal sex bracelet for good measure.

and really, her ankles aren't big enough for all of those. her bones might crumble into powder, and then she might snort them. that would be so sad.

i've been up for like two days straight. can u tell? vegas is so fucking crazy.