Yesterday I got drunk and the highlight of my night was walking behind a couple of fat girls in short shorts…because as it turns out, when I am drunk, I don’t mind staring at fat girls in short shorts…especially when they are 18 and just fat from all the genetically modified foods…it’s not their fault they are big booty bitches…society made them that way…and I am down to stare.

I also appreciated the guy ripping lines off his car’s hood…the homeless teen runaway with a dog on her back who I wanted to fuck, but who though fifty bucks in coins was low balling, I guess she’s one of those high class street hookers…like the toothless whore I saw getting beat by her pimp earlier in the night…and I also appreciate the ever amazing dude with throat cancer chain-smoking. Life’s pretty boring, but the people I come across are fucking maniacs…
 



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