What up. So I walk up to this vendor and ask for some turkish, and she palms my money like a grifter and has the audacity to ask for the money again. That's pretty much how this week went. Spent the better part of the week with two old bachelors, chilled poolside, cursed myself when the bikini-clad object of my gaze turned out to be 14 (which happened thrice daily), entered a poker tournament and ruined a few peoples' lives, and slept on a couch that used to be owned by a crack whore.
And I get back and the ex has flooded the inbox with porn, praise, and profanity. But it's all good--finally made a friend on here.
And I get back and the ex has flooded the inbox with porn, praise, and profanity. But it's all good--finally made a friend on here.