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i eat a giant chipotle burrito, chips and guacamole and drink a modelo especial.when i'm drinking alone, a 12 of red stripe.

SecondEdition wrote:a. james wrote:when i'm drinking alone, a 12 of red stripe.I do this too, except replace 12 with two big bottles.if i'm curbing the drinking i'll go for one big bottle and a six.

there.

Tampons are filthy abominations to all that is pure and unsullied, so I use old socks when my hairy jungle cheesecave barfs bloody chunks of uterine lining. I let the blood drip where it may, like a crime scene. If anyone looks at me funny, I yell SEXISM.

I've peeled open Arturo Fuente Opus X cigars and rolled them into blunts packed with Humboldt's finest. I've dipped my cock in Bone Suckin' Sauce and had it sucked off. I've had a champagne enema. I've received a blowjob through the sunroof of one girlfriend's car, from a different girlfriend. I've had blood on my cock.

Putting fish sauce in it, damn near whatever it is. Or a bunch of ground cumin.Assuming that it's food.

iembalm wrote:Every two weeks I get one day in which I am alone in the house from 9 until 3. I can turn the volume up on my amp, eat whatever I want, read uninterrupted, whatever. The night before I make sure the housework is done, because it feels better to be in a clean room. Hey, living like a damn hell-ass king is kinda like being single, I guess.I so understand this feeling. I'm a shift worker, and I don't understand how other married folk who are always off at the same time make it. I require time like this.

I lie naked in the bathtub for hours at a time, listening to The Ex, eating different kinds of pie.

I love cooking. I really take time to read a recipe, go and my the food at a good market and happily spend hours fussing over the preparation... But if I'm living like damn hell ass king (what the fuck does this mean?) I go to a good butcher and buy an inch thick piece of sirloin and pan fry that fucker after solid seasoning and a good rubdown of olive oil... On the side I'll fry from onions and add a little red wine and flour to make a sauce; boil some good, small potatoes and and a mash with the skins on, milk, salt and butter...Then I throw on some Coltrane site my ass down with a bottle of decent Argentine Malbec or New Zealand Pinot Noir and eat the bastard.i eat it rare, bloody as hell.King Grammy.