Don't pretend you're not fucking freeky baby, I'll spank that ass just for fun!
FUCK! FUCK SHIT AND OTHER SUCH EXPLETIVES!
*coughs* Anywho, now that I've gotten that out of my system.. I broke my glasses. Yeah. Fucking sucks now that a good portion of my tiny paycheck will be going towards them. Woo. <--- *extreme sarcasm*
Also, alcohol is shitty in every way imaginable. All I had Saturday night was a bottle of some green stuff (apple methinks), half a cup of Captain Morgan, and whatever else I could sneak here and there. I spent Sunday morning 4am to 10am puking in the bathroom. Actually I only puked once. The rest I just dry-heaved. That's the worst. I tried drinking water sometime in the middle of all that, but it only stayed down for ten minutes.
Then it was right back to kneeling to the porcelain throne. If I had a gun I would have shot myself. I vaguely remember asking some god, any god, for mercy on me. I don't remember the terms of our agreement. (That isn't good)
I saw Scabs puke, mid-sentence mind you, in the kitchen. Oddly enough it didn't bother me much. I just said:
"You're fucking sick, Scabs, clean that shit up."
I got to watch her boyfriend Andrae stand around in the kitchen with his pants and underwear pulled down to his ankles (I can't remember why). I also saw Scabs give Andrae a blowjob whilst I was in the same room, on the same bed, and still having a conversation with him. Everyone else just pretended not to notice what was going on.
All kinds of fun was had, except for the suicidal six-hour service to Lord Flush in the bathroom I had.
LIES AND ACCUSATIONS, THAT'S PURELY SPECULATION!!!
Be nice to the penis and it will be nice to you.
*coughs* Anywho, now that I've gotten that out of my system.. I broke my glasses. Yeah. Fucking sucks now that a good portion of my tiny paycheck will be going towards them. Woo. <--- *extreme sarcasm*
Also, alcohol is shitty in every way imaginable. All I had Saturday night was a bottle of some green stuff (apple methinks), half a cup of Captain Morgan, and whatever else I could sneak here and there. I spent Sunday morning 4am to 10am puking in the bathroom. Actually I only puked once. The rest I just dry-heaved. That's the worst. I tried drinking water sometime in the middle of all that, but it only stayed down for ten minutes.
Then it was right back to kneeling to the porcelain throne. If I had a gun I would have shot myself. I vaguely remember asking some god, any god, for mercy on me. I don't remember the terms of our agreement. (That isn't good)
I saw Scabs puke, mid-sentence mind you, in the kitchen. Oddly enough it didn't bother me much. I just said:
"You're fucking sick, Scabs, clean that shit up."
I got to watch her boyfriend Andrae stand around in the kitchen with his pants and underwear pulled down to his ankles (I can't remember why). I also saw Scabs give Andrae a blowjob whilst I was in the same room, on the same bed, and still having a conversation with him. Everyone else just pretended not to notice what was going on.
All kinds of fun was had, except for the suicidal six-hour service to Lord Flush in the bathroom I had.
LIES AND ACCUSATIONS, THAT'S PURELY SPECULATION!!!
Be nice to the penis and it will be nice to you.