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Posts by Dirtbag

  1. Dirtbag Houston
    Bucket list:

    Become a prison inmates penpal
    Coke on top of Mount Everest with rave music playing
    Pet a polar bear
    Jump from the Eiffel Tower
    Create a human clone of myself
    Visit the Dagara tribe
    Throw fake money over a balcony in a shopping mall
    Make out with someone in an elevator
  2. Dirtbag Houston
    Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood nah i think shes gone

    It’s ok I’m here
  3. Dirtbag Houston
    Originally posted by WellHung Your username made me chuckle. Ty for that. Great choice.

    I can’t thank posts yet but it was a tough choice between that or Aspergian.
  4. Dirtbag Houston
    What do you reach for first in the morning? Nicotine withdrawal causes anxiety which makes you want to smoke more to get rid of it.
  5. Dirtbag Houston
    Originally posted by mmQ You's a cold piece

    You right
  6. Dirtbag Houston
    I hope she's still throwing up that hangover
  7. Dirtbag Houston
    Originally posted by Incessant She has better views of wariat because her daddy issues are so severe she only finds pedophiles comforting. No tea no shade. I dare her to try and expose me more and she'll only show that I'm hott and a good friend despite people being toxic as hell.

    But she will lurk forever. Pretending she is better than being hare. But she never felt more alive in her life than when she felt like the most interesting pusssy ok niggas in space.

    In fact I'll sell the photos she sent for $80 a pop

    Ngl I thought about making an OnlyFans when I read this
  8. Dirtbag Houston
    Uni library, girl brushed my hair behind my ear and asked for my name. I couldn't explain so she ran off. Outside was dark and there was a burnt out bike, youths loitering, a fire. A black girl asked me to come to her house. I thought she was just into goths and wanted sex but at the door she gave me the key and ran off, so I chased her to a crackhead corner. She seemed unhinged and said she'd murdered her husband and was never coming back, that the house was mine. I went back to it. The keychain had a single pearl and it all felt real, nothing from the house was missing. My reflection in the polished wooden floor was the real me, tried to take a photo of the gun, plastic bags with her husband's clothes, the bathtub still had bloodstains, I felt her husband's ghost was becoming more material and that he was a bad person, so I wanted to get out of there but I also wanted to explore. Brown wooden furniture, walls painted in shades of pink and cream, another bag with her false nails and hair extensions, a bedroom with too many teddybears.
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