Really?! You get your clit pierced and you are screaming like a banshee from a little dick in the ass. I call bullshit.
More sexiness. And since it's almost St. Patty's day, a strong preference for dem redheads. and a gif NSFW
I'm having trouble coming up with a joke, but it involves this with the picture jets22 posted up above.
I tried to catch up here last night to post something relevant. That ended poorly. So, whatever is happening.... How do you mend a slightly bent heart? Call in some old troops. Bonus points if you meet a brand new one. My schedule is full. Fuck you Alain. I'm ok after all.
St. Patrick's Day weekend, kids. I'm calling for a temporary Celtic theme with all music posted on this thread. This song is MOST suitable for today: Get drunk this weekend, kids. It's your DUTY.
Random impulse trip to Melbourne (about 20 hours continuous driving, thank fuck I'm flying) to check out a club and see my friend sing tomorrow. 12 hours notice is totally enough for a weekend away yeah?
I sign up and pay for a year of mail forwarding service on Monday, and four days later I get a notice in the mail urging me to take action because the service is about to expire. A little ironic that Canada Post, this country's primary postal operator, is know for having the worst direct mail initiatives and lists in the country. Lame. Also... ghetto, they wrote an article for you in the paper today.
You laugh, but I was all set to have one of those tonight. I mean, not one nearly as douchey as in the article, but more like "hey I brought back all this awesome beer from the States, who wants to try some?" and a buddy of mine was going to invite some chicks over but now he is deathly ill, so. Which is unfortunate, because I've already made two kinds of hummus and was all set to drop some panties with a risotto.
Thing is, I don't know who the invitees were going to be; that's one of the things about living in a new city, I haven't exactly got a large social circle at my beck and call. And now my friend sent me a text at 6am asking if I could give him a ride to the hospital on my way into work. I'm not working today. Oops.
Shit. You feed me that stuff and give me free beer, I'll come over and drop my panties. Unless it sucks. Then I'll tell all my friends what a creepy weirdo you are. On a personal note I had 3 drinks over the course of 3 hours last night. Woke up hung the fuck over. Really, body? That's not even physiologically possible with the metabolism rate of beer.