Alright.
I just got home from the bar and am on my way back out to have sex with a girl that I hope is 18.
I'm just kidding, I actually hope she is at least 16, because that is the cutoff, not the legal cutoff, the Sexy Einstein cutoff.
Ok, Just kidding, I don't need Chris Hansen busting into my living room telling me to have a seat and going over chat logs with me. The girl is 19, but she had a fake id to get into the bar.
Anyways.
The bar I just left was a hole in the wall- Tomorrow I will tell you the story of my night.
I walked into the bathroom to piss and to do a line of coke and the stench of the bathroom was so pungent that I couldn't even snort a line. All I had the stamina for was a quick stressful piss.
When in a place that smells like Satan's asshole, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO?
I can't breathe through my nose, because then I can smell the shit.
I can't breathe through my mouth because then I can taste the horrible odor.
So I held my breath took a piss and buckled up my pants mid piss so I could evacuate the restroom since my lungs were about to fail me.
Ok, I have to go drink and drive, bye babies.
1 comment:
Miss you. Take a break from all those women and come back to this one.
-M
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