|By Verawench on Sunday, March 31, 2002 - 08:18 pm: Edit|
Please. Cream, no sugar.
|By Larsbogart on Sunday, March 31, 2002 - 02:15 pm: Edit|
Goober woke up:
Eyes clamped closed:
...This Week Iím sleeping with Cokie Roberts. Shes cheatin on her husband with me. We just had a fuck of a fight. I cant remember what set me off but Ill make it up to her later.
Fuck. Now I remember. Under the veil with Barbara Walters...
I smell my finger...its not all good.
Not this time. Brick in the head.
She said stick a fork in me Iím done.
I get the feeling this time she means it.
End of the fun.
She throws my underwear at me and it lands directly on my head.
It scares me, that my underwear looks that big and stretched out.
Eyes clamped open:
Iím sleeping with the Coal Miners Daughter from the Kwiki Mart. I dont feel sorry for her anymore I feel sorry for me who has to fuck her.
I know how I got in but dont know the way out.
Yep, the Lost Weekend...Thanks Billy Wilder.
I drank myself sober.
Har har har.
No more nibbling Claudia Cardinaleís moist feet on a tiger rug.
She wont giggle and I find it hysterically funny.
I find it especially funny right now.
With the Coal Miners Daughter it's the funniest thing Iíve ever heard.
Iíll miss the sweet smell of Italian sweat in leather shoes.
And the filthy stink of money, how you can smell it a mile away.
Coal Miners Daughter lights a cigarette.
Smoke: in the morning, in my face and in bed. Real Class.
Its why I fell for her.
That and her nihlistic blue chipped nails.
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