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 had truffle mac and cheese for lunch. And now I'm drinking pear cider and later I get a haircut.And I get to make-out a lot.I also have the most incredible friends in the world. And last night I was out with friends and I was talking to this English teacher looking dude in a wool sweater and I asked him what he was doing at the show I was at and he said he was a drummer and I said that drummers don't wear sweaters and he giggled and then someone told me it was Steve Shelley. So I'm glad I got to help that guy out.

itchy mcgoo wrote:And I get to make-out a lot.I need more of this in my life, so I can live like a Damn Hell Ass Queen.The last time I had the making out sexy time, it was lots of fun.

Boombats wrote: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.I don't always drink beer, but when I do, I choose Dos Equis.

I have pretty much any kind of entertainment I want at the push of a few buttons.

I just had two large bowls of honey-sweetened granola w/ chocolate almond-milk for lunch. Wild flatulence is assured.The A/C in my '91 Chevy works real good

virginia salted peanuts OR 16 oz sashimi grade seared tuna steakfancy bourbon or scotchreclining chairvinyl + rega cranked really fucking loudsubwoofer engaged.cats on either side.mrs.a at work.

I can't cook, so I eat out a couple of times I day. I gravitate towards extravagantly expensive menu items (french toast sprinkled with gold dust, lobster boiled in oyster blood, 70 scoop sundae). Most restaurants have one retardedly, disproportionately priced thing to trap people like me.I spare no expense in entertaining myself.

900mg. 100mg more than a "lethal dose".That's how I live like a hell damn king man.

a. james wrote:when i'm drinking alone, a 12 of red stripe.I do this too, except replace 12 with two big bottles.