Watched fireworks and drank booze with my girlfriend. Not bad really.
On the roof? Starry night, the flashes of the fireworks briefly illuminating each others faces? You finish off a beer and let the bottle roll down the roofing tiles and into a large bin beside your house. It's nearly midnight, the bangs and whoops in the distance cover the muffled hum of a large crowd in the park, the countdown begins you can hear the rhythmic chanting growing louder and louder. You both lean in, brushing her hair back and touch lips for just a second, her breath visible in the night air, the chill clamming up your skin. "Happy New Year" you both whisper under the intensity of the moment. And then you go at it like animals right there on the roof, like rabid dogs that have been sex starved for three years. Like two psychiatrists attempting to experiment if the human mind can take a thousand orgasms in a row. You're a pair of lusty pulp novel characters who absolutely must under any circumstances arouse the reader with your ludicrously over the top rodgering. And then it's all over you grab another beer, the last one, out of the cooler and crack it open. Here's to 2009!
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edited January 2009
First thing I did in 2009, literally, was put a load of clothes in the laundry.
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You know what I mean.
In other news: I beat Braid.
Jesus fuck some of those puzzles were hard.
But don't you feel like the smartest mother fucker in the world?
sigh
Some water
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I honestly don't know how to feel.
Because piecing together the story was a fucking acid trip all in itself.
so i guess the first thing i did in the new year was get up and take a shower and go to work
bitch
On the roof? Starry night, the flashes of the fireworks briefly illuminating each others faces? You finish off a beer and let the bottle roll down the roofing tiles and into a large bin beside your house. It's nearly midnight, the bangs and whoops in the distance cover the muffled hum of a large crowd in the park, the countdown begins you can hear the rhythmic chanting growing louder and louder. You both lean in, brushing her hair back and touch lips for just a second, her breath visible in the night air, the chill clamming up your skin. "Happy New Year" you both whisper under the intensity of the moment. And then you go at it like animals right there on the roof, like rabid dogs that have been sex starved for three years. Like two psychiatrists attempting to experiment if the human mind can take a thousand orgasms in a row. You're a pair of lusty pulp novel characters who absolutely must under any circumstances arouse the reader with your ludicrously over the top rodgering. And then it's all over you grab another beer, the last one, out of the cooler and crack it open. Here's to 2009!
HERES TO THE NEW YEAR! *pours Tide in*
Scarab.
Just.
What the hell man? Why you gotta do a thing?
There's not way Im in the right state of mind to post. Back later. 2009 motherfuckers!
yes hello what is up my funnybunny
women!
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They are nothing but trouble.
chillax
why panic
women come and go dude
while on the internet
it's not connect the dots people!
it kinda is
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You are the stupid one, CrackedLenseses.
This is probably the only good analogy ever.
bestiality IS wrong
Edit: Rane and I are gonna go fuck some cows together.
I realize this is the second thread I've posted this in but it's relevant here
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STDs!
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