geometricalfuck

BORN AND BRED TO FUCK AND FIGHT ON A FRIDAY NIGHT!

So, on Friday night I received my first pay check from the new job and wanted to celebrate. I picked up my special lady friend, bought us dinner at some swanky restaurant in Detroit, and even gave a bum three dollars---only because he wasn't fucking around. Quite frank, he admitted, "Help a brother out...I need some bones to buy a fucking pint of Captain Morgan's." How can you not submit to such brutal honesty. He even kissed my girlfriend!
Walking through the streets of Hamtramek (a district of Detroit) I came across a memorial specifically set up for our now deceased Pope. Shucks. I pretended to back bend him...
before allowing one of his young maidens to, well...
After thrusting myself numerous times into a concrete, painted mural, I finally retreated in order to search out more booze. One too many drinks and a strange hat later......I was eye to eye with my love, trading tongues and secrets through a specially knit hat (almost "mom meets S&M" with the whole colorful thread sequence).
Upon arriving home after visiting numerous bars, performing sodomy, and pissing away my entire check, I shot more whiskey, stretched like an anorexic bear and sunk into the sheets of my bed.
I suppose things could be more chaotic, but I'm content with my current state of hedonism.

I want to be a suicidegirl, but I have a penis. Motherfucker.