I love you druggie whore. I think I would like to spend an afternoon in a cheap vibrating bed motel with you. We could fill the tub with pale ale and spit beer at each other all afternoon. We would have those MAD magazine face contraptions that would constantly be delivering nitrus and pot to us. After we slurped our way through our bodies, we would ignore continental breakfast, and do lines of cocaine off of each other's gonads instead. After we are both orgasmically dry, we would hit the fenced in hotel pool and see what kind of talent is around. Since we have all the money in the world and we are already sexed out for the am, we pay the couple we pick to bang each other in front of us every which way while we feast on grapes and drink scotch, and laugh and stick fingers and tongues in their orifices (look ma, no hands). After the mid morning blow wears off, we, of course, go have massive pork barbecue sandwiches. You go throw up because you have to look good, and i smoke pot with the owner of the shop while you do this. We go back to our hotel and shave your muff for laughs and put a hitler mustache above my rod just to be fair. This is only our first am together but you are the consummate druggie whore. I love your sweat and how it stinks of last nights and last week's chemicals. I LOVE HER MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PART I
