...I was with a girl last night and I didn't have any problems slapping her around while I violated her in ways that would make Jenna Jameson vomit. And after I paid her for the hour, she actually remembered my name. She wrote down my address as well for some reason. Then I sat naked on the couch for the next four hours with my tactical shotgun in my mouth, soaking with the guilt of what I had done.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Suicide blogging
A modern classic:
...I was with a girl last night and I didn't have any problems slapping her around while I violated her in ways that would make Jenna Jameson vomit. And after I paid her for the hour, she actually remembered my name. She wrote down my address as well for some reason. Then I sat naked on the couch for the next four hours with my tactical shotgun in my mouth, soaking with the guilt of what I had done.
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Out of context, that is really funny.
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