Wake Up Again This Monday With Arianny Celeste Doing The Damn Thing For Playboy

It’s only Monday morning at 9:30 and already the week is too long.  Not a good look when you start the week off with one too many snooze buttons and a shart that would rattle even the bravest Sandly Lyle.  I suppose that’s what happens after a weekend of total, uninhabited debauchery.  The March Madness party at Pub Webb was on Friday and I may not recover till the next Olympics.  Not to mention some of us got straight MOLLYWHOPPED by AC on Saturday night.  If there’s an Atticus Finch with enough gusto out there to help me file charges of rape against a casino, I’m all ears.  But nothing says easy transition into the week than some Arianny Celeste mixed in with Playboy.  You’re welcome.

Have mercy, young lady.