hammer of the gods
God last night was fucking weird.
I was a gnats wing from having sex in the bathroom of an indian restaurant with a woman who believed she was jesus christ, and it was the first time in history, to my knowledge, tha a wad of conspiracy theory bullshit that's equal parts Umberto Eco, E.L. Borgnine, and Holy Blood, Holy Grail has been used as a successful pick up line.
And then some drunk guy tried to pick a fight with me.
all this while maintaining that the death machine is a muslim and that my real name is John Finkas Jones.
she had a great ass.
fuck last night; my life is fucking weird.
I was a gnats wing from having sex in the bathroom of an indian restaurant with a woman who believed she was jesus christ, and it was the first time in history, to my knowledge, tha a wad of conspiracy theory bullshit that's equal parts Umberto Eco, E.L. Borgnine, and Holy Blood, Holy Grail has been used as a successful pick up line.
And then some drunk guy tried to pick a fight with me.
all this while maintaining that the death machine is a muslim and that my real name is John Finkas Jones.
she had a great ass.
fuck last night; my life is fucking weird.