snakeplissken

The strip club was a good time. The PDX Team Awesome was in full effect, heavily entrenched on perverts row. The beer flowed like champagne, a guy in the pisser asked me for coke, and grandma and grandpa were getting there dollar on. Ahh Portland! The food was supposed to be good, but I kind of forgot about eating and pretty much just drank. I was distracted by the acre of pussy, and atomicant's hand on my thigh. I'm only human.

The afterparty led to more whiskey, which tastes a lot like water at 2AM when you're a bit drunk and high. This does not mean it should be drank as such. Wrap it all up with a Jack in the Crack trip and you've got a recipe for me farting myself awake on the couch of Satan. I don't know if he heard them in the computer room. I kind of hope so.