I got my ability to drink from being part Irish. My ability to drink to excess came from my Native American part. The two work hand in hand to ensure I’m numb most of the time.
The house next to mine has been empty for about a year. A few weeks ago, about 1000 Irish boys moved in. They are all 20 somethings and I’ve yet to figure out what they are doing. I suspect that they are a soccer team but as long as they keep prancing in the front window with their shirts off, I don’t give a shit what they are.
I’m spending the day watching the flowers grow.
Pissy queens. Was hit up online by a guy who asked if I was in SF. I said yes and he said “Are you a top with a big cock to service?” I responded that we were not a match and he spat back, “oh, and how may I ask that you know that?” and before I could answer “oh wait, nevermind. I’ll gladly accept the rejection . Good Day.”
Sheesh.