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In my later teen years, when I have thoroughly surpassed the realm of “drunk” and entered the dark, unforgiving, incoherent world of “I need to hold onto something, the world won’t stop spinning”, I have always conspired an exceptionally rational plan into which I will save myself if needed. The situations in which I need saving just inevitably ( Read more... )

Back to regular ole’ Florida livin’ for now, I guess.

I really do love my privacy. I walked out of the shower on several occasions to a room full of people and as much as I love being half naked in front of everyone, I’m glad that I have my house back to myself.

Conversely, I had a fucking blast with Chloe. She broke my reclusive ways and introduced ( Read more... )

Adam Verner

For being the first person to have a party that I puked at in a few years.

tequila, tequila, vodka, jim beam, tequila, jim bean.

Here are some pictures from Saturday


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I tried really hard to take Fetish parties seriously, I swear.

But once I laid eyes on the videos, emails and pictures of the 40 +, unkempt men who were wearing nothing but a latex sock (youknowhere)…I laughed.

And laughed. And laughed.

Either way, Mike and are I going to hit one up with expectations that I can avoid walking around and cracking up ( Read more... )

These were the only two pictures  I could salvage from Friday night, namely because I was trying to avoid choke-slamming Graham since he fucking crashed my car.


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