Tom vs. Whiskey

[ehowton]

No one asked; no one wants to know.

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Later, we put him in the truck and told him not to leave the vehicle.

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This is where he spent most of Saturday night. Including a trip down the highway.
At one point enroute, he did look up, and his expression seemed to ask, Who am I?

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The next morning, I force a Bad Girl Power Drink down him.

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By the time we get to the airport, he looks as if he were rode hard and put away wet.

Comments

[schpydurx.livejournal.com]

I did not know this.

But now you've piqued my curiosity: I refuse to name call (or at least call you retarded) online. Its not who you are, nor what you're about.

Please to expand on this. I can't believe what I am reading. It will need to be spelled out for me.

[ehowton.livejournal.com]

Since we've met in person, I have not once called you "retarded" online.

There is nothing clearer that I can say on this matter. Either you understand these words, or you don't.

[schpydurx.livejournal.com]

I understood that. It was the next sentence I was seeking clarification on.

Its not who you are, nor what you're about.

Explain that comment.

[ehowton.livejournal.com]

No. Go self-gratify somewhere else.

[schpydurx.livejournal.com]

Make me a wholesome answer!

[jaceman.livejournal.com]

Well THIS sucks! The only reason I even come around is to watch you two fight about every little thing in THE most "mature" way possible. If that's not going to happen any more, where does that leave me?

*Runs and hides himself away from this evil, cruel world...*

[ehowton.livejournal.com]

On the contrary, he's actually increased the number of times he's told me I can go fuck myself. Charming, really.

[jaceman.livejournal.com]

Well that's good. At least he's still doing his part to brighten up my day.