Clive Owen, a Casino, $5.00 , a Hot guy with tattoos and a Hangover

I was pleasantly surprised and actually quite turned on by the cover of the September issue of GQ magazine. It was sitting on my desk in my office (yes, I have an office) when I arrived at work today.

I had a very wild night last night, (more of that in a moment) I came to work with a pounding headache. Then to my joy I find such a sweet gift. It really touched me and made me kinda tingle. A fellow co-worker and friend of mine, knew of my extremely out of control crush on Clive Owen, and so he bought this special issue just for me!

No I didn't lick the pages with the photos of Clive (we're on a first name basis) I did however press the entire magazine softly against my sweet supple breasts... I think I might have actually let out a slight moan too... but that can't be proven!

Ok, real quick, about my night. I started at a casino with a few friends. I had $5 to play with. Yes, I said FIVE DOLLARS! I'm not about to throw a bunch of money down some slot machine, plus I work in the media and... I'm poor. Plus, that's all the money I had, OK?

After the Casino, everyone decides to go to a friends house, in some small town in the middle of nowhere, to drink some more and watch Reservoir Dogs (awesome movie by the way... from what I can remember) Well, needless to say, I had too much to drink, so I ended up spending the night in "Hickville USA" at my friends place, on someone's bed, with some hot tattooed guy laying next to me. Oh yeah, his tongue was pierced too... I can't remember why I know that though...