February
Saturday 10 October 2009 photo 6/8
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Saturday 10 October 2009 photo 6/8
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you got beckett. "gah! what the hell are you doing here!" "pft. i'm everywhere, i'm like the wind, baby," he replied, smirking. "...what?...what does that even mean?" you noticed he had a large bottle in his hand and then it clicked. you felt kind of bad for him, so you kneeled down (haha, shorty mcshortpants) to give him a kiss on the cheek. he, being a sneaky drunk bastard, turned and kissed you on the lips. he held you tightly and he was a bit of an animal, albeit a tiny one at that. when you finished, his wig was on your head and everyone was gaping at you. "...bbbbut, he's like the wind....," was the only excuse you could think of. after that night, you swore off alcohol, well, until the next night anyway.
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