I feel the strong urge to quote Jill Sobule right now, but that song sucks real bad. Let's just say I did something last night that I've been waiting for since I was 14. And it was good. Except for the anal fisting. Fuck you, Jason. You know I was too drunk to say no to a hand up my ass.
If you could see me right now, you'd be in shock. My hair is stuck to one side of my head, I have beefaroni on my shirt, and there's blood on my pants. Not sure if the blood is mine, though.
P.S. I drank so much last night I'm still drunk right now. How the fuck did I get home?
P.P.S. Sorry if I called you last night. I have a bad habit of drunk dialing.
More stories on the way; too drunk to type now.
If you could see me right now, you'd be in shock. My hair is stuck to one side of my head, I have beefaroni on my shirt, and there's blood on my pants. Not sure if the blood is mine, though.
P.S. I drank so much last night I'm still drunk right now. How the fuck did I get home?
P.P.S. Sorry if I called you last night. I have a bad habit of drunk dialing.
More stories on the way; too drunk to type now.
acidslug:
Yikes.
_pauly_:
