disturbed ill grab her by her beak and swing her in circles untill she's too dizzy to speak

well ill shake her from her branch, tear apart her nest
break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast
(she's a snake that can fly) she's just food for the fleas
she thinks she's better then me just because she's free?




last night is one of those night that doesnt even exist in my stupid brain because i was so blasted off pills and wine but i know exactly what happened i just cannot believe the shit that happened.

here is a list of what i can remember
pink bubbly wine even though i knew how much it foamed i kept overfilling my cup so everything got sticky. 
taking a lot of pictures and progressively getting worse at it
instigating two fights
talking shit about the pretty girl who wont accept she is pretty and has to dress and act like a porn star
talking shit about porn star girl and how she literally always wears a black and pink playboy wife beater
going to look for porn star girl after she took off running cus the guy was going to beat her ass for being stupid 
she kept saying MANG!
running up and down the streets
a little metal tin trashcan being used as a buttcan
eating almost an entire burrito
getting in the hot tub
jumping in the cold pool
freezing to death
cristina blowing rick in the hottub 
popping some seroquel 
googling seroquel 
letting cristina borrow my bikini
totally groping her tits
promising cristina quarters so she can do some fuckin laundry
cristina skinny dipping
taking my bikini top off and half of my bottoms off
mike getting super mega pissed
mike not really doing anything
dropping my last cigarette in the water and probably crying
cristina bitching about how she thinks rick had a threesome with porn star girl
i am pretty sure she wanted to swing with us
also found out that wine called pink tastes like if you smoke meth. dont ask me how thats just the general consensus.
i also might've acquired hepatitis last night. mf.

dirty porn star that owns no clothes and still wears bell bottoms

my new best friend 

before the madness he changed sweaters like twelve times

 some slaggotry afoot

started passing around the hat

hat

the porn star making love to the bottle of tequila 

eating face 

zombieland 

trickquila

promotion

pfft

on a walk

free titties!

i have no idea how the fuck i knew where everything was in my apartment everytime i came in to get something. my brain hurts everytime i try to remember something kind of like the butterfly effect but less cool and more gay. shit i just realized i lost my pill baggie. it was in the ol cigarette box which fell casualty to water damage and trash. bleh.


oh. stalkers, go fuck right off. you too jason.