Don't you hate it when your laptop crashes when you're watching porn and you're high so you just close the laptop and go to sleep and when you open your laptop in mixed company the next day your computer spews forth a litany of moans and "yeah, you like that"s in mixed company.
Yeah... me too.
A penis candy post followed by a porn post.
You're welcome.
Trying to convince my best friend to leave his boyfriend and move to SA from Houston (where I used to live, as well.) It won't happen but it would make life so shiny and make bills so much less menacing.
Here's pictures of when he and a gaggle of friends visited last (2-3 months ago.) I look pretty drunk but I'm pretty sure I wasn't. Interesting night: Chased by a roving pack of dogs, convinced a Cabbie to rev the engine and "drag race" random cars, forgot my I.D. so we Ouijaed instead (it's a verb now, bitches!) and nothing happened (there's a fucking shocker.) I think I'm an unintentional Ouija buzzkill as my "oh this is bullshit" awareness and skepticism makes me hyper-aware of any micro-gestures which would move the pointer (that's how they "work"... group hysteria tinted twitches.) Also, the best friend and sometimes sociopath was intentionally pushing it and expected me to coalesce so I spent much of my time trying to nonchalantly moot his deception. I was more into the demonstration of "see.. total bullshit." vindication than manipulating others into believing random shit about dead folk.
Really rude time for Candids:

Okay... kinda drunk:

Look I'm so TALL .. or the photographer is seated.. whichever.

Yeah... me too.
A penis candy post followed by a porn post.
You're welcome.
Trying to convince my best friend to leave his boyfriend and move to SA from Houston (where I used to live, as well.) It won't happen but it would make life so shiny and make bills so much less menacing.
Here's pictures of when he and a gaggle of friends visited last (2-3 months ago.) I look pretty drunk but I'm pretty sure I wasn't. Interesting night: Chased by a roving pack of dogs, convinced a Cabbie to rev the engine and "drag race" random cars, forgot my I.D. so we Ouijaed instead (it's a verb now, bitches!) and nothing happened (there's a fucking shocker.) I think I'm an unintentional Ouija buzzkill as my "oh this is bullshit" awareness and skepticism makes me hyper-aware of any micro-gestures which would move the pointer (that's how they "work"... group hysteria tinted twitches.) Also, the best friend and sometimes sociopath was intentionally pushing it and expected me to coalesce so I spent much of my time trying to nonchalantly moot his deception. I was more into the demonstration of "see.. total bullshit." vindication than manipulating others into believing random shit about dead folk.
Really rude time for Candids:

Okay... kinda drunk:

Look I'm so TALL .. or the photographer is seated.. whichever.

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