Mark Twain: Would you sleep with me for a million dollars?
Girl: Well, I guess so, if the circumstances were right.
Mark Twain: Well, what about for 25?
Girl: Of course not, what do you take me for?
Mark Twain: Well, we've already established that, my dear, now we're just negotiating.
Chaos is abound in the house of Why lately, experience is piling up which I need to write down. Here is a quick one while I get my thoughts together.
Our roommate Redhair girl had a miscarriage on the way to get her abortion. Her latent nymphomaniacy has come out and she maintains a stable of go-to men for physical encounters.
One of these men is Sniper Guy. Redhair girl is now not sure if he gave her the STDs or if it was her ex-husband. Sniper Guy is nice but unreliable, he looks like a Mexican Weatherman and never comes around in the daytime.
One night Redhair Girl and Sniper Guy were copulating against a wall at a local park, and Sniper guy was looking down and trying to change positions. He climaxed before he expected and shot himself in the eye. Aparently sperm is painful when splashed into the occular cavity, he grabbed his drink of gatoraide and tried to rinse his eye out while Redhair girl rolled on the ground laughing.
In the end Sniper Guy's eye turned red and swelled up terribly, and the entire next day when people asked him "What happened to your eye?" He was never sure what to say.
As for me, this weekend my son turns 4 and I am meeting with a producer to do some mastering work for my band's album release. The moment is good.
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