Artist's rendering of girl dragged home from bar.
Every single morning that I have woken up in my adult life, I have jerked off before I’ve left the bed. The only day that I didn’t was 9-11, and that had nothing to do with the tragedy. Well, it did, but not the big tragedy. It was my own, personal tragedy of waking up with a rotten bitch that I had apparently dragged home (literally) from the bar the night before. Her cunt made my bedroom smell of ammonia. My eyes were watering too hard to beat off.
Good thing for me I keep a laptop right by my bed so I can get some primo whacking material from Wanted List every morning.
