...I get back on the horse. Going on a bit of a pub crawl with some of her friends. Probably gonna get wasted. I hope I'm not the one driving.
And for those of you who want to pontificate on how pathetic I am for hanging out with a bunch of professional cocksuckers who all love her at least as much as I do, feel free. At least they don't have to pretend to be useful members of society.


Nothing wrong with hanging out with a bunch of professional cocksuckers. It beats hanging with professional cornholers, when you're constantly worried about dropping loose change and having to pick it up.