What is it called when you're on the phone with a girl, and getting drunk messaged by the back in the saddle girl who is misremembering 2007 while partying in the town where the ex wife now lives? A: no idea, but it might explain waking up alone and a tad bit gutpunched by Budweiser.

Mr. Superlative. Mr. Irresistible. You will know me by the names nobody uses.

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We’re still here

We're still here.  We just ran out of pussy and beer, and the QT only sells one

Texts With Girls, cont'd Her: I'm happy being your muse. Me: It's good to have a purpose in life.

“THE EDGE: there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.” ― Hunter S. Thompson

Living on it