I'd like to think that my weekend was pretty normal, depsite the fake moustache and eyebrow thing. So why did I drop my pants in a downtown alley behind a dumpster on Sunday night? While I was tied to a couple of friends and three complete strangers?
Because the lady with the clown nose and the whip told me to. Duh.
How was your weekend?
3 comments:
What's funny this time is that you're not kidding.
So do you fuck shit up on a regular, even habitual, basis, or is it just a moustache a/o clown-nose-dominatrix type thing?
Oh, I wanna come next time. You pr'olly don't even need facial prosthetics to make me drop my pants or some other silly thing. We missed out, it sounds like. Had a nice time of it at the beach, though. Till I got caught driving my da's Impala. Woe is he without a valid driver's license. That was the longest silent drive back to town. I felt like a teenager again!
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