Meat baby

Coke spoon

Fuck it's a Sunday. Ed banger woke up in a frenzy.
"He burped horrendously. Fuck. It's Sunday innit. Bloody fucking cockney ballsack fucking mongrel microwave fucker."
He quickly applied black eyeliner and strikingly black lipstick, (Yes. His lipstick was even blacker than his eyeliner) and head out.
"Aw fuck I forgot clothes again" he huffed.
Ed the sexy little goddess went back into the house and got dressed.

He finally left for rehearsal. You see, Ed vagner was I. A band, the rottenratkillersidontknow. He was the lead singer, despite being 40, so he needed to be there, in case the other band members thought he'd overdosed on ketamine.

-On the other side of the pond- (pond being south London basically because British people live in a bubble and never travel)
Douglas had just woken up after a hard night of taking fentanyl and fucking actual dogs.
"Oh bloody Christ. It's Sunday morning isn't it? I've got no work today!" Said Douglas, to himself. (Which is weird- but he was still slightly high from all the fentanyl to his defence).
He put on his tight women's slacks that perfectly outlined his beautiful little chode bulge. :3.
"I wonder what I should do today........" he wondered. (Funnily enough he dometef).
Eventually he came to the conclusion that he should go wondering around the big storage rooms, that were sort of like large clean garages- something he did fairly often.