The thing I love about crazy chicks is that they are fuckin’ easy and don’t really know what the fuck they are doing when following you down a dark alley to go down on you and give you the best head of your life for free. The thing I don’t like about crazy chicks is the aids.
I spent the night with a girl who was drunk and going through some emotional distress, and in that distress decided to talk my ear off about the hardtimes, in the process she spilled 3/4 of her drink on me, which didn’t really phase me until she decided to feed me drink like I was a baby bird and I couldn’t resist because I never turn down free booze, so here I am having a girl put drink in her mouth then spit it in my mouth and here I am with this dirty backwash, from this crazy girl, thinkin’ shit like “Do I swallow?”, “Is this one sip worth potential disease”, “Why does it taste like cigarette and semen?”, “Why do I know what semen tastes like?”, “This is really a weird conversation with myself”, so I just swallowed and will keep you posted on whether I am dying…