Oh.No.What.Did.I.Do? Oh fuck.Oh fuck.Oh Fuck.Oh fuck.Oh fuck.Oh Fuck.Oh fuck.Oh fuck.Oh Fuck.Oh fuck.Oh fuck.Oh Fuck. I need to get some self discipline. Classic: Leave in the morning, walk down the street without my shoes on moment.
It seemed like a goood idea at the time. I was in control, making my own informed decisions. But, I sincerely doubt that. She was old. She looked like Michelle's Mother, but without the wonky glaucoma eye. Not that this is any consolation. No sir. I'm already having flashbacks, and my hangover hasn't yet kicked in. I was a porn star stud riding her ass into valhalla. I want to describe in comedy detail, but as soon as I begin to search for the right adjective, it all ceases to be funny. Learn some self control? Again. I need to learn how to cry. If I could, I would...Cry, that is. Oh man. Why do we do it? Probably because it makes us feel good about having an empty barrel.