Dear Stoner I Used to Bang,

Is it bad that I really hope you take me home with you again? Nevermind, that's a stupid question, I KNOW it's bad, so much so that I can't even think of any possible way to justify it without sounding like an idiot whore. You think that you have Buddha-like insight into the world but instead you are barely able to perceive your own idiocy through the purple haze enveloping your life. Still, somehow, you are fairly dynamite in the sack. You revealed your inner asswipe like months ago and I have been giving you unbelievably withering death-glares since then, but for some reason, I suddenly want your bones. Either say something else stupid so I can roll my eyes and walk away for another three months, or put it in me.

Which will you choose? Kisses? Or a slap in the grill piece?
Cate