“Crappling”

I got totally ripped last night at the Whistle Stop. Kiwidumps got so fucked up that when I got back home he tackled me to the ground and we got into this drunken ground grappling session where he would jab the hell out of me in the ribs the little fucker. I was so loaded that I was just flopping around like an asshole until Shirley from downstairs rescued me with a phone call. She sounded really pissed off, “It sounds like you’re coming... Read More