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naked chuck driving,
no clue where his clothes could be.
tequila blackout!

(there is a story behind this one above. early on saturday morning alice and i were asked directions by some shirtless dude with plugs and tattoos that looked like he only listened to sublime. we gave directions and kept walking. he apparently got lost and asked for directions again and we get close enough to the car to see that he's FUCKING naked. we yell at him, give him directions again, and keep walking. hour later, he comes by again. we asked why he was naked and he said he had too much tequila the night before and couldn't figure out where his clothes were. we told him to just drive on home. )

pokes on the facebook
are too passive-aggressive.
why don't you grow balls?

iv

damn thinking of you
swells a section in my brain.
i am addicted.

iii

here comes the cancer.
sweet n low in my coffee,
lots of diet cokes.

ii

warm, fuzzy feeling
allows class to be more fun.
thank you, percocet.

i

god, i love the cure.
but what a guilty pleasure.
whine, robert smith, whine.


wine makes me loopy.
liquor causes those blackouts.
beer shapes a belly.