See, this is how I know I'm a Rush nerd. That exchange made me think of The Fountain of Lamneth, during Suite II, Didacts and Narpets. The 4:44 mark . . . But, don't watch that, because it's like 20 minutes long . . . Shut up.
Y'all are going to the wrong place. Atlanta Winter Beer Fest this weekend. Hooray! Hoping I don't see my angry ex, since I had a creepy sex dream about him after I wrote about hatefucking him last night.
So, one of my guys at work told us a fun story. He has a crazy ex. Legit crazy, diagnosed bipolar crazy. She has 3 children, three different guys and is currently pregnant from, so she says, my guy. He doesn't believe it and, in fact doesn't believe she is actually pregnant despite the picture she showed us of her holding her shirt up showing a large pregnant belly. She is, apparently, just pushing her stomach out and isn't really pregnant. Despite all of that she paid him $500 to fuck her last weekend. He is, heretofore, to be called "Whore". I'll tell you there really isn't anything like white trash.
Hey guys, I'm fucking super opinionated today. Search my recent posts and have a field day. I've re-read them, but I'll do it again when sober... Wheeeeeee!
What the fuck is with old office hags and wearing an eye-watering amount of perfume? Seriously... it ain't helping...
Wait. She claims he knocked her up and then he went a fucked her still? You have entertaining friends.
So I live in a largely Hispanic area in NYC, and 90% of the people in my building are Hispanic. It seemed odd when I heard the song Sweet Home Alabama THUMPING THROUGH MY FUCKING WALLS this morning. I hate everyone.
Beach sex is one of those things that is far better in theory than in practice. Sand gets in the damndest places.
No shit. Three grains of sand and it's like someone lined the inside of a paper towel tube* with sandpaper. *Yeah, I went there.