five freaking things....
Okay Kitty just tagged me and because and only because I so love Kitty, I will actually do this —
Five Freaking Things You Do Not Need to Know About Me :
1. I drink. Like a maniac. I am probably black out drunk right now. Fuck, this drunk I might even have sex with you — say, are you male or female?
2. I sell drugs. To children. If you are over five forget it, but hey, if you are a kid? How do you feel about cocaine?
3. I am really fond of priests. And math teachers. Will this be on the final exam? If I take off my clothes, will this be on the final exam? What the hell is a final exam anyway?
4. I smoke. Asbestos. It is fiber damn you.
5. So while I was black out drunk selling drugs to four year olds and sexing it up with an old priest who taught math in my asbestos fiber sexy suit AND smoking, I had this thought: What is the meaning of life? Do not give me that old 42 rigamorole either, my last name is Adams you fool.
Whew. Thank goodness that frenzy is over. Say, what were the questions again? Oh, right, five things you do not know about me. I now officially tag —
I would tag that cute Valliant Guy too but he is too cool to do tags. Damn him.