fastandbulbous
Bluelight Crew
For me it's Mars Refuel - that bison grass vodka has developed a perculier hold over me. It's a spirit that actually a joy to drink neat (as I have now demonstrated on multiple occasions) and fuelled by some peevee a friend gave me, and maybe the odd toke of a spliff, I have reminded myself that there is such a thing as too much of a good thing and will probably feel (and possibly look) like the creature from the black lagoon a bit later on this morning. Woe betide the infectiously cheery salesman who knocks on my door before lunchtime. People don't want to buy, as a general attitude, things that you have to retrieve from your rectum.
This is all my cousin's bad influence on me. "you should come out on the odd night with us" she said. Very fuckin' odd night if you ask me.
This is all my cousin's bad influence on me. "you should come out on the odd night with us" she said. Very fuckin' odd night if you ask me.
