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 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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