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I Had A Five Year Rest: Seven Characteristics, Perks, Details About Working in Philately Of Which I Was Previously Unaware1. You get hit on regularly by people who think the sentence "Yes, that particular stamp is mint, ten perf, never hinged" is as sexy as a girl in ripped panties with no gag reflex holding a quart of vodka ( Read more... )

In between a sentence on how to cut cocaine I catch the words "to flush out my gash ( Read more... )

Last month I declined a second interview with an underwear distributor in West Oakland ( Read more... )

And while we're on subject, last week I was on BART and this old Asian lady, I mean, geriatric, like minimum seventy-five, eighty, walks onto the train sporting four inch black stiletto fuck me boots.

My lower lip had teeth marks for two days.

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Two weeks ago I was tripping balls ( Read more... )

"Open your mouth I want to see."

Jimmy opened his mouth, which I have renamed the Cyst-tine Chapel and pointed to a slight gum-pink lump.

"Cysters are doing it for themselves."

When you have a gay boyfriend as awesome-tastic as killcircuitboys, it's only a matter of time before you find yourself being dry humped by a wing-fag on a Sacramento dancefloor who ( Read more... )

I'm fascinated by collectors and stories about people who are killed by their things ( Read more... )