Saturday, August 1, 2009

My New Medicine Brings Back Memories.


This new miracle drug what ever the fuck it's called is a hoot, Som bitch. Let's get outta here before it wears off. Wheel me down to the curb and we'll get a cab. Alright here we go. There's a cab let's get in. Driver take us to the titty bars. I don't care. The nearest one. You go to the ATM get me some cash. I'm going to spend it all before those little bastards bury me. Here we go. Just wheel me down front. I'll take a gin. A what? I said a gin, a fuckin gin. Yeah a gin and gin. Come here sweety, you look like my grand daughter. Wheres my money, oh here we go. Heres some money get lost. Go get your self a lap dance. hold on you hussie. let me stand this thing up. I smell like what? Mint and sandlewood. Sweety thats noxema and urine. Wheres my valet Georgie? Arrested? He bit off her what? Nipple? Oh no my blood sugars dropping. I feel sick. I'm going down. fuck.

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