Last night, or this morning really, during the second hour of the day, I got hit on by two old creeps right in a row, saw two hitch-hikers right in a row, and saw two burrowing skunks right in a row. That means the number two is going to have a significant role in my immediate future.
I popped my Rocky Horror cherry last night/this morning. It was cool and fun and sexxxy. But I just need to say that I hate ditzy little whores in thongs that talk in shit British accents and think their ugly friend looks like Brittany Snow. I love boys that yell weird stuff like "snakes and badgers" out of their car window and drunk men who ask if I wrestle though.
3 comments:
rocky horror?...
I wrote (and then deleted) the EXACT same thing. Bizarro.
You guys are just jealous that I get hit on by old homeless drunks and you don't.
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