Monkey Business

My best friend just wrote and told me that she loved me. She's leaving me for SEVEN whole days to go to Destin, FL, which I actually encouraged. As she packs her car, I am experiencing that mom-don't-leave-me-with-the-babysitter anxiety at the ripe age of twenty-five.

A Message to Beach Whore: You still owe me a shot of your monkey.


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