Whiskey Part 6: Some Girls

White girls they’re pretty funny
Sometimes they drive me mad
Black girls just wanna get fucked all night
I just don’t have that much jam

Once a year, it’s time for a friend to salute her lost father with a whiskey (because full on Mahattans are too nasty). Join in from a couple thousand miles away, because why not? What could possibly go wrong?

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I Melt With You

Q: What to put on your mix tape, if you can’t trust your brothers to be just wingmen and not cut in? (Which is the case, about 99.2% of the time.)

A: This.  QED.


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Whiskey, Part 2


I am in my bed. Jesus, there’s no sun.  What day is it?
Oh, my fucking god. “Whiskey.”

Why am i naked?
Shirt. Boxers. Where are my shorts?
Why are they all wet?
Why is the bathroom flooded?
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Deja Vu Dreams – sorta (NSFW)

Dreams will be the death of me.

[Ed.: NS for anywhere that does not dispense Thorazine and straight jackets.]

So I am crawling into a bed somewhere.  Someone is already there.  It’s Ruth from back in college.  Big tits, big mouth. Hasn’t aged a day.  Why is SHE here? I don’t really care, because: topless.  Boobs in  dreams are the best. But sweet alabaster-skinned Jesus, this is about to get, uh, strange.

No, BAD strange.

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