Late Nite 'Train
Late nite post and the DB1 is hungover like a pickled cactus. I don’t know what that means, but it sounds good. Probably because I’m hung over. Alls I know is an evening spent krunk dancing with Malaysian flower girls while urinating on cats is all sorts of good. At least I think that’s what I did tonight. Not sure if the Malaysian flower girls were really there or not. I could’ve imagined that part. But urinating on cats? Was definitely real.
This grinny tool is just enough to set me off into fits full of rage before I pass out. And this shiney, slightly manly but still extremely attractive waif will send me off into a restless sleep of existential contemplation.
What will the DB1 be contemplating in his subconscious as he sleeps off that bitch of a ‘Train hangover?
The simplest of questions: Does this douchebag’s chin disprove the existence of God? And is it bad that I’m attracted to this slightly manly hottie mainly because her body makes me feel funny in inapppropriate places?
