Wonder if anybody else actually drinks anymore.
I've got lagers and no db entertainment. Bummer.
dins
/I'm sure it's all my fault, somehow.
//Hi to people that know me that aren't apparently dead.
I drink outside. Right under authority's nose.
A good spot has women to talk to.
There are more women in the woods that will talk to me.
So i just rape and kill city girls and try to have a good intoxited
time.
I'm still a drunk, no doubt about that. My body screams bloody fucking murder
about every other day. And so it goes, I drink again to avoid that shit, I
should probably see somebody about this, but I don't really want to. I should
probably get a fucking jawb, but I don't really want to :-)
This was an awesome ng back in the day, but I think it's kind of done. So
sad. About yer dad. He was a cad. Yer a fine lad. Not so bad. Wasn't just
a fad, egad. Were you had? With the mad, mad shad I left on yer deskpad?
Zad, really.
T
PS - if you do a drunkenbastards.net, some jackoffs named Jeff and Dave have
claimed that addy and yet... have done nothing with it. "I'll put something
here eventually" say Jeff and Dave or Jeff or Dave or some complete wankass
called JeffDave - I'm really not up to checking them out. Fuckhats.
--
You're SYMBOLIZING SOMETHING ABOUT A CITY GIRL upon a Club or Hustler
magazine out there masterbating on a page and shredding it. And then
you hide the magazine again til next time. Is it so hard for you to
perform that witchcraft sober?
He is EATING the pages of a CLUB magazine cause he thinks that creates
an LSD trance, the publishers stick it on there. They freakin' cost
$9 these days so there should be some somewhere in the magazine.