I go home to visit friends. At my generations age (26), we're at the point were we need favors for each other to help with the life quest of, "well, what the fuck to do?" My friend Laura asked me to write an article for the art show she threw.
I did good, and didn't get any pussy from any of the floozy women that attended because I was actually doing my job and looking at the paintings and photographs. I tell you, for all the chuckle heads that are dressing like they're from the 80's, there are A) still not any good coke around, and B) still not any good casual sex types.
Sad times... the article is good. I'll post it if I get enough complaints as to why I have not yet.
I did good, and didn't get any pussy from any of the floozy women that attended because I was actually doing my job and looking at the paintings and photographs. I tell you, for all the chuckle heads that are dressing like they're from the 80's, there are A) still not any good coke around, and B) still not any good casual sex types.
Sad times... the article is good. I'll post it if I get enough complaints as to why I have not yet.