texts: NO! Stop talking like that. </s> <s> I figure she can do about four at a time. Christ, if we keep her full of acid that's more like two grand a day. Maybe three. </s> <s> You filthy bastard. I should cave your fucking head in.
labels: In a few hours, she'll probably be sane enough to work herself into a towering Jesus-based rage at the hazy recollection of being seduced by some kind of cruel Samoan who fed her liquor and LSD, dragged her to a Vegas hotel room and savagely penetrated every orifice in her body with his throbbing, uncircumcised member.