Girlfriend and I are having a weekend together. Sounds like something couples do. Now that we are actually planning something to do together for a weekend instead of being spontaneous, it feels weird. I feel as if I have to get her drunk to sleep with me again, kidding......maybe......
I'm sure it'll be a blast. She'll tie me to the bed and throw beer bottle caps at my nipples while lip syncing to Kenny Roger songs. But in all seriousness, this weekend will be good to get me relax. No work will be great. We won't even have a Slasher Friday with friends, (me sad). We still don't know exactly what we are going to do so I guess it's still spontaneous. Knowing my luck, her parents are probably reading this right now and packing their bags to stop it. Don't worry guys, we've fornicated long ago, so chill.
In brief:
I'm still a little upset at the hobo for calling me uppity.
My whore neighbor's "alleged book club" has more members joining.
Fornication is my word of the day.
It's funny how I described the labels for this post as Fornication, Hobo, Weekend. Sounds like one fucked up weekend.
I Like He-Man
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I barely remember the plot of 1980s He-Man, but I remember this very
clearly: I loved it with the full religious intensity of a small child who
had not yet...
1 month ago
