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1.Free wheeling down the ramp...PARTAY! 2. into a bottle of Goose...3. got your salad tossed...4. she was a lil rough with you so you iced it down.... 5. still, the butthurt was too much and you left the chair behind in search of help or a concierge...6. Concierge/security found you and your pills. They did the math. Good night Mr.Burg. 7. hey.. where's my diamond studded Harvard cockring?. Did I throw it up into this here ice bucket?. 8. Fuck you god..Eat my shit..Eat my fucken shit. 9. Fucken 50's engineering is better than the DNA I was cursed with. Not Fair. 10. Best day of my life..
11.I'm good...take me now.


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Lou Wins....he is still only about half correct in describing what transpired, but with that kind of effort, imagination and fuck-you-itiveness that he exudes, I cant overlook posts like this...

So where do I send the Norwegian R.N. I just imported from Trondheim? She comes complete with a 6 month medical work visa, she speaks ZERO english so you can only communicate via obscene gestures and drawing pictures (and thus, she will not fucking TALK you to tears or death after you fuck her holes), and she will monitor your vitals which means you can double or even triple your intake/dosage on whatever substance du jour you utilize to make life worth living/interesting, she will revive you if you OD.

Now try and say Da Burglar isnt the most fucking awesome fucked up degenerate asshole ever, eh?

(you can almost SEE the alcohol fumes emanating from my closed lips)