plzsendhalp on Reddit wrote:
Went to Mexico to buy barbiturates for a humane and peaceful death.
Decided that if I was gonna die anyway I might as well **** a prostitute before it was all over. After that a cab driver offered to sell me cocaine. One thing lead to another, and I got a room above a ***** house equipped with a heart shaped bed, a stripper pole, and a hot tub.
Spent a full week snorting coke off tits, popping pain meds, drinking tequila, eating handfuls of Viagra to fight the whiskey/coke ****, and had three FFM threesomes.
Somewhere in the midst of my coke-fueled orgy I decide life wasn’t so bad after all.
Decided that if I was gonna die anyway I might as well **** a prostitute before it was all over. After that a cab driver offered to sell me cocaine. One thing lead to another, and I got a room above a ***** house equipped with a heart shaped bed, a stripper pole, and a hot tub.
Spent a full week snorting coke off tits, popping pain meds, drinking tequila, eating handfuls of Viagra to fight the whiskey/coke ****, and had three FFM threesomes.
Somewhere in the midst of my coke-fueled orgy I decide life wasn’t so bad after all.
Is there anything Hookers & Blow can't solve, besides why kids love cinnamon toast crunch?