so f’in good


Smoking kills


Do you know how stinkin’ good it is to have a day off from work and to be home alone with no agenda other than to do whatever the hell you want? Do you understand, can you imagine, the therapeutic properties, the joy to be found in this luxurious day?  To drift around the house and touch this, touch that, settle here, move there, look at this or not. Ahhh. The cream filling inside. Can you hear me sighing across the country? I bet you can. And then…do you know that if you smoke some weed it gets even better? I know you hear me, Ms. DVD. Ahhh, slutty, sluggish, heaven. Kisses everyone.




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