Last night, while waiting on the forecourt of an east london train station for one of travelling companions to arrive before heading to a dive for a nights revelry and debauchment, we were approached by 2 ladies.
These ladies were probably in their late 30s, maybe early 40s. Ones appearance was so haggered i couldn't tell what she'd smoked more of - dick or cigarrettes. Either way, she'd had a lifetime of inserting phallic objects into her orrifices, so i knew she would be a winner. Her friend was a treat. That kind of late 30s something most people would dub a 'couger' so they'd feel no shame about slipping her one despite the age gap. When will people learn that embracing shameful behavior is the way forward... Anyway. These two warped old sea hags offered an insight so profound i thought i'd share. Its 11pm, they're drunker than a 13 year old with their first can of K, clutching a bag of fried chicken products. Unproked, without prompt, she stops mid conversation, points at me and declares:
"You have everything... i only have the colonel"
Your life is over, wench. Mine is just warming up
life is good
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