I live in Chicago and I'm nuts.
I like games, women, tits, vagina, porn, and tits. Oh, I forgot to say I like tits. So, if you're going to be a cuntloaf about nudity on Tumblr, then you're blogging on the wrong site. Nice to meet you. Now, take off your clothes and cough.
Feel free to ask me random things or maybe submit something.
I was supposed to do jury duty but I “somewhat” got out if it.
*Note that it was all fog outside when I left the house.
I put all the things I need in my brown Inuyasha bag and figured that I haven’t been in Downtown Chicago in ages so, I took my camera. I leave the house, it rains.
I’m on the train and I’m trying to figure out where the fuck I get off to Washington. I figured, by luck, that Lake/State was the closest and it sure was.
So, I go inside and do the usual scanning of “le shit” only to find out I can’t take my camera. I guess they think I’m going to take photos of people hoping to not get picked for jury duty and sell it to the local news or something. “Big Bucks, no Whammies”, right?
They tell me they have a place to store my camera downstairs. It was a damn vending machine. Not the ones that drop food but the one with the inside that spins around with the sliding door. it would cost me 3 bucks to put my camera in a vending machine. 6 to more likely take it back out. Yeah… that’s real secure and legit, State of Illinois. Not like someone can just be like “Oh, nice camera for 3 bucks”.
I didn’t have 3-6 bucks so, I was like “Pssssh! Fuck that”, left the building and walked around before I got sick of the rain.
So, how does me needing a girlfriend fit into this?
She could of told me where to got rather than me guessing and held my bag in the lobby.
See how it all works out?