Sike!

Erm. Okay, so maybe I’m not such a fuck up as I thought.

Let’s give a big old huzzah for incredibly understanding and compassionate (not to mention passionate) men.

O, my dearest Bed Warmer, where hast thou been all my life?

Drunk: The night is young.
Hearing: Classic rock and large-trucked douchebags racing down the street.
Drinking: Vodka and lemonade, with brief visits from my good friend Jose.
Smoking: Just leaving for the Camel’s ass.

~ by malfunctioningmartha on May 10, 2009.