8.24.2006

I am so fucking sick.

So maybe sometimes in the wake of several beers and the like, you make the very unfortunate decision, based mostly on convenience, to send a text message. And sometimes the repercussions of that text message are still in your bed at four in the morning. And sometimes you ask those repercussions to leave at four in the morning.

Oops.

Oh! But sometimes Hunts calls mid convenience-driven-dillema on extacy and proceeds to crack me the fuck up.

--M
[Oh, and if you get a chance, call Shaun Dunn and have him explain to you what "making sex" is.]

1 comment:

~PhoenixRising said...

is you got a dog? are you got a dog?

close the jar...