Toasted.

From my slightly tipsy salute to Douglas and some friends at his 40th birthday soiree last week:

"Just try not to say 'hate fuck' in front of my mother."

Pals say they'll try to comply, but I won't hold it against 'em if they don't. At our nuptials, the cocktails will be flowing like the mighty Gowanus. Hell - I'll be shocked if I don't make a crack about splosh or fisting during our wedding vows.

Ideally my mother has no empirical knowledge of either term or practice, but hey - who am I to burn her freak flag?

Posted by Kat at August 3, 2006 11:43 AM