I Stink Like Sex... I Wish

Not really. It's more like boozey stench of burps that continues to emerge from my cotton-mouthed mouth. The piecing together of an evening mid- Sunday afternoon seems to be a trend in my life. Do I need to grow up? Nah...

Call it what you want to call it, I'm a freaking acaholic. I don't think I am going to be able to form a complete though right now, so I'm leaving it to this disgusting display of sexism to invoke social commentary:

























Read the accompanying here: http://www.thefrisky.com/site/post/246-sarah-palin-sex-doll-now-on-sale/

I found this on the Facebook status of the guy I had relations with in New York this summer. Tells you a lot about the treats I pick out...