I'm new to this drunken pig thing- not in practice, but as an "intellectual" concept. As such, my literary contributions are, to this point, quite non-existent. Except for this:
Tom: We were discussing your brand of piggery as well. You're a master pig (Master P?).
Me: I was thinking last night, as I was sitting in my chair, cock in hand, masturbating to porn, cigarette in mouth, left hand alternating between potato chips and Jim Beam, that I too can play this pig game.
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You should have eliminated the introduction and just started with "I was thinking..."
Shut up.
I don't shut up, I grow up. And when I look at you I throw up...and then yo momma comes around the corner and licks it up.
Sorry if I'm a literary genius.
wow. thats pretty advanced. Thats the one thing I forgot with my RGBJ idea. Food.
Ha! I just read Tony's comment. Advanced...rad.
I have no idea what you fiottes are talking about and I don't care.
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