drug induced dreams of love and sex
so today i read a story of a girl, her name was Sandra, and she was a prostitue. she was also addicted to cold syrup, which in the drug industry is called "skiddles". what this cocktail of over-the-counter drugs does to you is thin your blood and speed up your heart rate. which could either lead to cardiac arrest or a brain hemmorage. (don't do skiddles, kids. but i wouldn't worry b/c skiddles is really out dated due to the advances in ecstasy, speed, methenphedamins, and marijauana laced with heroine). anyways, sandra also had siphilis, which untreated can drive you insane and kill you in a matter of months. its acctually deadlier than AIDS (if you don't believe me look it up you lazy bum). but funny factoid: the STD you'll most likely get in Santa Clarita is AIDS. so keep the rubber on, or just dont do it. you decide, i 'm not you mother.
anyways, the story begins with sandra straddleing a mirror and staring at her...vagina (thats right i said it). she had spotted a sore. not good. whats worse is that she didnt have the money to vistit a clinc. so she had to go out and "hook" as the "hookers" call it. if you dont know what "hooking" is in the context i'm using it in then crawl back under your rock. its safer there, i promise.
so the story pans on to a second after her "hook" climaxes and she is crying under some sick fuck in the back seat of a warm 2003 benz (m class). silent tears to be exact. the "hook" paid no attention, and just confieds that he was never able to get off before her. before he could turn sandra into "pretty woman" she asked for the $300 and proceeded to exit the shiny car.
the next thing you know it, sandra's staring at the ceiling tiles as the dr. says "yup, sweety that siphilis...have you had sex with anyone in the past six weeks?"
'had sex with anyone?' she thought, 'having sex with lots of people is my proffetion...' but she couldn't say that so she muttered no. the dr. gave her a perscription of a treatment and told her if things get worse to come back. sandra knew she couldn't do that, so she just walked out into the sunlight and stummbled back to the roch hole she called home.
i havent finished reading the story yet, but it sounds promising...
anyways, the story begins with sandra straddleing a mirror and staring at her...vagina (thats right i said it). she had spotted a sore. not good. whats worse is that she didnt have the money to vistit a clinc. so she had to go out and "hook" as the "hookers" call it. if you dont know what "hooking" is in the context i'm using it in then crawl back under your rock. its safer there, i promise.
so the story pans on to a second after her "hook" climaxes and she is crying under some sick fuck in the back seat of a warm 2003 benz (m class). silent tears to be exact. the "hook" paid no attention, and just confieds that he was never able to get off before her. before he could turn sandra into "pretty woman" she asked for the $300 and proceeded to exit the shiny car.
the next thing you know it, sandra's staring at the ceiling tiles as the dr. says "yup, sweety that siphilis...have you had sex with anyone in the past six weeks?"
'had sex with anyone?' she thought, 'having sex with lots of people is my proffetion...' but she couldn't say that so she muttered no. the dr. gave her a perscription of a treatment and told her if things get worse to come back. sandra knew she couldn't do that, so she just walked out into the sunlight and stummbled back to the roch hole she called home.
i havent finished reading the story yet, but it sounds promising...