It Was A Disaster Good Enough To Call A Disaster

Ate more pillows than a Thanksgiving turkey passing out in Ohio, sitting here at 5am with eyes popping like glass marbles. Choking on smoke, soul rotting in theedium of boredom, but I'm still glued to this screen scraping the bones of what happened in the last 24 hours. The girls kept their little drama alive despite the zero-tips, the lag, and my average dick twitching in the background because I left the bedroom for 11 years to write this garbage. The Colombians are still sketching about last week's squirt war with the Thai chick, and BunnyBonnie got so deep with those dildos she looked like a vacuum cleaner having a seizure. Gigi drilled into all the cracks, MikeJWait sis with the latex and the raw reality, dovia stepping with the soccer jerseyHeat like she owns the damn planet. You think I care about the plugging? Nah. I'm writing the diary of a misfit with a vibrating tooth implant, staring at nothing. Come back soon so I can rage some more.