I remember we used to lay on the hardwood floors of our apartment with The Libertines playing on the speakers. We’d lay there and talk and drink cheap beer while looking at the glistening Christmas lights, revealing truths about our childhoods we had long tried to forget in the hometown we both abandoned years ago. 733 more words
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No, it’s not a new type of hot dog flavored ice cream, although that would be nice. It’s a test; the most important one you’ll ever take. 1,177 more words
Is phone sex a dying art, much like landlines themselves, or answering machines, or fax machines?
I mean, I know that phone sex operators still exist, that you can call 1-800-HOT-SLUT or something and some girl like me, probably in her slobby pajamas making nachos, will answer the phone in a Russian accent or pretend to be a horny teenager for the low, low price of $2.99 per minute. 617 more words