He apparently fucked a black stripper up the ass the week before and claims "he understands them."
He also stuck up for a bunch of Southerners at a Polish bar when my buddy was insulted by the bartender; I had to buy Eyes drinks the rest of the evening because was afraid there would be no alcohol in said drink due to his chivalry. "Your job is not hard," he told the bartender, "it's not like your shoveling rock."
The Eyes needed free gin, I needed a nap after an afternoon drunk..we went to his furniture-less apt.
My art opening went awesome.
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While neither admitting nor denying a damn thing, I must say, Lady Dude, that is a nice and succinct narrative concerning a 36 hour period in the life of The Eyes.
Oh, this is the man I call "friend" alright.
sounds like a drawn out version of
the time i was there for just a few hours in between flights
Oh, so much libel, so little time.
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