Where I lay my head...
I have no idea where I got the cigarette, or what her name was. I only remember how nicely smooth shaven her legs were, and that I didn't end up passing out here. Good thing too, as this shot wasn't taken in someone's living room, this is in one of the upstairs "privacy rooms" of a certain house of ill repute. The Ass claims he had to carry me out before they called the police. He also snagged that lamp for our apartment, as it's chord was wrapped around my waist for some reason..
posted by The American Heart-throb @ 11:58 PM
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I don't think your sister liked the fact that you called her apartment a "house of ill repute." That's why she was going to call the cops. And don't you dare bring up the fact that I may or may not have crashed at her place for the months of June, July, & August in 1999. That daughter of hers ain't mine. The American Ass only spawns boys, it's in the genes.
I don't know what she's getting so pissed about, I was quoting her ad in the phone book when I called it a "house of ill-repute". I could have called it what the Chamber of Commerce did, an eye-sore long overdue for being demolished.
Also, everyone is well aware of your boy spawning habits. Don't you remember how you had to go around and introduce yourself to our neighborhood? Something about the conditions of your parole, or voter registration, I forget.
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