V is for Vomit
I get home to find my window open and a pile of vomit by my bed. It’s 4am, I’m drunk. Continue reading
I get home to find my window open and a pile of vomit by my bed. It’s 4am, I’m drunk. Continue reading
I was taught to shave by a chef. He was tall, and had a short, tidy brown beard. When he Continue reading
This drunk guy comes up to me at the bar and says, nice jacket that, and I say, thanks, it Continue reading