Aunt Becky’s card came to my house and did some stuff

So Aunt Becky went to Blogher but because she passed out drunk and forgot left early she didn’t get a chance to pass out her swank business cards out. What’s a gal to do? I asked her to send one of her cards on vacation here in sunny Florida and I would try to show it a good time.

But I should have known better. Aunt Becky’s card had a mind of its own…

So here is Aunt Becky’s card arriving all posh and shit. I had to sign a contract that said I wouldn’t look it in its eyes.

Then Aunt Becky’s card wanted to get some sun. Topless of course. Totally inappropriate for my neighborhood.

Next Aunt Becky’s card went in search of some grass

And was too janked up to remember where I left the spare key

(read about more adventures of Aunt Becky cards here)