Oh fuck.

[well_bum]

Where am I?

This isn't my bed...

Okay, recap, Barley-boy (...don't use that name).

Last night, went out, yeah?
Went to a club.
Went to another club.
Got well pissed.
And another club.
ah.
Met a girl.
Probably did too much coke with her in the loos.
oh gods my headAnd now

Comments

[ultra_ebola]

You breeding an army, or what?

[well_bum]

Damn you, wench, you've seen right through my evil and twisted plan.

[ultra_ebola]

"Wench"?

Just saying, hope you used something this time. And I don't mean Rohypnol and a ball gag.

[well_bum]

Oh, stop mothering me.

Or: you practicing?

[bikinuswax]

Has anyone invented pre-printed post-its of convenience yet? They'll be like those "while you were out" stickies that secretaries use, except they'll read "thanks for the fuck, I'm off to work, don't call," or "you give me trouser bulge, call me," or the ever effective "think twice mother-fucker."

[well_bum]

That sounds like a hit. Go market it, yeah?

[bikinuswax]

Hmmm, no, I predict DOA. There's probably no one who needs them half so much as you, darling.

[well_bum]

Yeah, and I write my own, thanks.

[clairesicle]

Oh, Nathan, what have you done now?

[well_bum]

...Had sex?

[clairesicle]

If that's all, then why the regretful post?

[well_bum]

That was this morning, yeah? Had brunch and coffee now: head and conscience is cleared.

[naboo_thats_who]

Tsk.

[well_bum]

Yeah?

[naboo_thats_who]

Pretty much.

[suga_rape]

barley, must you explain to sundry leasholders that your dick has been tickled every fucking time it happens?

[well_bum]

Shut up.

[suga_rape]

choose well your words, tiny little man.

[well_bum]

Always do, yeah?