So one of my very best friends (and intermittent Forty Deuce character) donkeygrooming is celebrating her birthday this week. DG and I met in law school, though it wouldn't be until four years later, when happenstance brought us together to share an office wall, that we really became friends. Miraculously, between our random screams of "Don't Tase Me, Bro!" through the wall, daily coffee breaks, and shared misanthropic natures, we became buds. She's been there in the good, the mundane, and the worst of times and I am incredibly indebted to her for that. It couldn't have been easy to watch me convulsively cry silently into a bowl of clam chowder for 30 minutes.
I'm not entirely sure I've done much in return but I know for certain that she now has a very VERY deep seated love for swarthy Spaniards, kitten-haired Serbs, and hot Russians. She reads four websites a day and FD is one of them. And all she ever wants is pictures of pretty boys.
And so I, C Note, declare this week DonkeyGrooming Week. It's going to be a week full of pics of the boys that make DG tingle down in her donkey loins.
So move over Edward. Here come the sparkly rock hard boys of tennis. These guys will actually fuck you.