I DRINK TO A DRUNKEN COMMUNICATION VIGNETTE: aka yeah right
I tend to talk about my tits.
The shape they've maintained, color and texture, it's like,
"Jesus christ, is she talking about a fucking Cubi?"
I'm sure it's annoying and I'd apologize if
I felt it was wrong.
Besides that, I talk about my brother.
He's better than your brother. He's better
than you. His soul is grass-fed and thick
If you want, I'll tell you about my weekend.
I'll talk about our societal triangle and it's
disconnecting three parts that are polarizing
a wide spectrum.
You don't want to hear that.
I will help you parent
without your permission
and I'll judge you easily and without
My favorite color is green, but
probably because of habit and I
think most christians are naive, but mostly
because everyone is.
You don't want to hear that either.
You want to talk about my tits again?