All I’m gonna say is there was talk of the finger up the arse maneuver. It’s a shame that I can never quite stick to the “all” part of that threat. ‘Cause this chiquitita always has something else to say. Though tonight, on floozy girl night, with a Star Fcuker Martini in the system, we should all just be thankful that our behavior was limited to just that: talk. Drinking girl nights are good for the soul. Man, I make my children proud. Tomorrow? I’m going to bust a pit on Richard Simmons. And to all a good night.