Damn.I was rather looking forward to an even more detailed hypothetical exploration of my on-going imaginary fantasies of date-raping Paula Abdul.Ah well....I'll have to turn my attention elsewhere. Let's see, do I know any other drunken pill addicts?
"Let's see, do I know any other drunken pill addicts?"You sure do, but you may not like the answer. The addict's name is... Rush.
Ahhh...I will forgive you your unfmiliarity with the hidden reference, meant for a select gnostic few. Trust me, it ain't Rush...I do indeed know, personally and intimately, other available drunken pill addicts. But if you've ever date-raped a drunken pill addict, you would agree that the Herculean task of managing the accompanying baggage can be quite overwhelming, without a level of discipline equal to the task.Getting "some," even from an unconscious sack of flesh soaked in vodka and pain killers, is still a powerful and tempting incentive nonetheless. The little devil on the left shoulder always seems to win.
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