Cry Bloxome
November 14, 2007
10. HANG OUT WITH SLUTS.
After my brother and I had trashed the house, because the olds had been away, we thought we had concealed the debauchery. But my mum found a tampon wrapper on the floor in her private bathroom and yelled, ‘What kind of SLUTS do you hang out with!’
I answered, ‘I don’t know, the usual kind?’
That’s some Cry Bloxome. Australian writer, ne’er do well <- what the fuck, I hate that term, its late
OK, just go and read all the cusses. Some other other poor bastard/love hotel expert witness who worked with me in Nara recommended him to me.
