The truth is, I never got the whole phrase “walk of shame.” What is so shameful about that shit? So you’re walking down the street in the morning with a little jizz crust on your neck, a pube stuck between your teeth, torn panties in your hand and a hickey on your cheek. That’s the opposite of shame! You’re letting everybody know that while they were drinking chocolate water (I didn’t have milk) and watching a show on ABC Fucking Family (I deserve your judgments), you were getting dicked to nut busting heaven and back! Kill their looks of judgment with your peen-flavored breath and hold your head up high! You know, kind of how you were holding your head up high while your fuck partner grabbed your hair from the back.
Anyways, here’s January Jones getting out of a cab yesterday morning wearing the same dress she wore the night before to an event. Git that shit, Betty Draper!