I went to a tattoo parlor with a friend to get his tattoo and me and the tattoo artist really clicked from the start complete with talk of suspension and a quick spanking. As we were leaving I somehow ended up making out with him. And I got a number! HAHA bitches!
Though I feel a little like a whore now.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.
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