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I don't know where my car is...not like it's stolen...I don't know where I put it...

 

magnificent display of stupidity, you say......I can do you one better....my mom knows what sex noises I make

 

I know what you're thinking....what's that crazy bitch doin' in your house....well, first off, watch your mouth, my mom's a saint...secondly, I'm back home now

 

YUUUUP, 10 year journey to end up right the fuck back where I started...yup, 10, i'm 28 now, further great news....one year closer to middle age and a scotch with a bullet chaser...

 

shithead

 

 

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Pretty cool of your mom to let you fuck in her house like that though

What kind of mom doesn't let their boy fuck in the house?
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I can empathize with all of this

 

I lost my car for like 2 days because I was shitfaced and couldn't remember what happened to it......Turns out, I had got kicked out of a club and my homeboy got his brother to drive me home.  I honestly don't remember him, or the club that I apparently drove to when I found out another person bought the bar.  Never even thought to call him because I knew I was alone that evening.....Just didn't know how I got home and still had car keys.  I called people that I remember seeing that night, but none of them saw me before I drunkenly drove to the club to drink free shots and pitchers.  The owner finally contacted me a couple days later.

 

I hate to think about the things heard coming out of my room before......I really wish I hadn't done it in retrospect, but it's weird that I'm more ashamed of all the girls I bedded while my mom was in the living room yet I have no feeling one way or the other of all the weed smoke that used to billow out of my room, or copius amount of lines I used to keep on my mirror.

 

I moved back home for a brief stint when I was 21, but it was short lived because my homegirl wanted me to live with her because she didn't want to live alone.  She was a butch lesbian, but a total scaredy cat.

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I can empathize with all of this

 

I lost my car for like 2 days because I was shitfaced and couldn't remember what happened to it......Turns out, I had got kicked out of a club and my homeboy got his brother to drive me home.  I honestly don't remember him, or the club that I apparently drove to when I found out another person bought the bar.  Never even thought to call him because I knew I was alone that evening.....Just didn't know how I got home and still had car keys.  I called people that I remember seeing that night, but none of them saw me before I drunkenly drove to the club to drink free shots and pitchers.  The owner finally contacted me a couple days later.

 

I hate to think about the things heard coming out of my room before......I really wish I hadn't done it in retrospect, but it's weird that I'm more ashamed of all the girls I bedded while my mom was in the living room yet I have no feeling one way or the other of all the weed smoke that used to billow out of my room, or copius amount of lines I used to keep on my mirror.

 

I moved back home for a brief stint when I was 21, but it was short lived because my homegirl wanted me to live with her because she didn't want to live alone.  She was a butch lesbian, but a total scaredy cat.

 

tl;dr

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Just so you remember, if this results in you carrying your ass in your hands for the millionth time, you came fucking with me.

  What? I just saw a wall of text and gave the good ol Incoherent Babbling response, tl;dr!
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I don't know where my car is...not like it's stolen...I don't know where I put it...

 

magnificent display of stupidity, you say......I can do you one better....my mom knows what sex noises I make

 

I know what you're thinking....what's that crazy bitch doin' in your house....well, first off, watch your mouth, my mom's a saint...secondly, I'm back home now

 

YUUUUP, 10 year journey to end up right the fuck back where I started...yup, 10, i'm 28 now, further great news....one year closer to middle age and a scotch with a bullet chaser...

 

shithead

 

Its cool bro. Living with mom is OK.

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