The Drunk Thread!

Yessica...

Yessica...

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Metasynth said:
I'm dieting so I look hawt for Halloween in Vegas, baby. Open invite....
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DUDE! SAme - I'm dieting for health though - got really unhealthy over the last few months being sick.

I got THIS though:
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And it turns you into a robot that tracks your paces and stuff, and you can add in what you eat, exercise, and your sleep on this app.

Oh - and YES - next to it is the COOLEST calculator watch you have ever seen!
 
Yessica...

Yessica...

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Metasynth said:
This is what I want my girlfriend to do
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I NEVER LEARNED TO READ!!! I didn't see the "I want my girlfriend to dress like this" part.

OOOoooh - you gonna go for Jack Skellington? You'd have to be like UBER skinny for that.

Oooooh - go as the Oggie Boogy MAN! BLACK LIGHTS!

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Yessica...

Yessica...

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mr sunshine said:
Don't get all technical! Your making me look bad...
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Well I need specifics - or me brain just goes...something, something...

Is it a dead woman? Or a dead man? Or both dead?

If it's a dead man, then you have to assume rigor mortis would have kicked in - and they would be HARD as fuck.

Dead chick - would not have the necessary capabilities of producing vaginal lubrcation. Therefore - you'd probably have to use something else as a lubricant.

I wrote a zombie Porno-graphic novel. Their sex involved LOTS of blood.

"The zombie A-cock-alypse"

Only finished the first 2 or 3 chapters though. Then I started having sex again...
 
Pinworm

Pinworm

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Your face was smiling as it hit the ground.
We're running out of time has always been breathing down our necks.
So tonight we leave this town behind.
A heart that slowly dies and a pair of blackened eyes
have seen it all and killed some time.
I regret to inform you all of my discontent
with the way in which things were sorted out.
And my brittle hands can't wrap around the way it could've been.
A way to justify the means of our mistakes is to pull the trigger.
Bleed. So slow is the world as the pendulum swings.
I've heard it all before. It makes my ears bleed.
Our wasted lives just sit here with a drink
and once it hits your lips it tastes so sweet.
We could sit in dark basements and let our conversation
drown out the sound on the movie screen.
We could walk for and miles and never say a thing.
You know a ghost can still fucking see everything.
And the guilt is killing me. I can hardly breathe.
The day you can hold these ruins in your hands
is the day the devils stands, tips you his hat, and all the angles cry.
As devastating as it may be, I walk these golden halls for living my heart.
For living my heart. Yeah, you'll never know.
Your face was smiling when as it hit the ground.
We're running out of time was always breathing down our necks.
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