Plus he likes Zeppelin.

And I'm a shameless loser with no self-respect.

I'd have stuck with the booze TBH.

That's because effectively communicating with a woman requires the back of one's hand and the front of your fist.

That's an odd way to jack off.

I'm appreciating your efforts, man!:thumb:

It's the only thing that gets me off anymore.

Booze is way cheaper but never made me happy. Never helped me sleep or made me feel like I could conquer anything. Being dopesick is way worse than a hangover but I'll still never touch liquor again.

I like the back of my hand to be nestled in my lady's grasp while she uses the other to pull my hair and take me from behind. If you're gonna put a little violence into the mix, do it right.

That's what you said when I nearly choked you to death. You're a filthy liar.

Have the corpses in your crawlspace finally decomposed to a non-fuckable extent?

Happy? You're clearly not Irish and do not understand what it means to be a proper drunk.

Alright, fine, I'll get the two-by-four.

I was imagining myself as a woman.

Yes, but I went out and got some freshies.

I'd rather get good and high, warm enough to dress down for a good fucking, and take a long nap with zero pain for several hours than get sloppy drunk, throw up everywhere, and feel bloated. I've chased the dragon so long I've made it my pet. No regrets.



Proud of you, son.