Good ‘ole George…

“Momma’s driving me crazy so I coming over here with you,” George said a minute ago. “I’ve been off of work two nights in a row sick and momma’s bout to nag me to death.  It makes me want to drink a gallon of bourbon.”

I laughed. “Come on in!”

“Let’s order a pizza for lunch,” George said.

George had brought a case of Cokes and I began to drool.  What a nice surprise!  I ordered the pizzas online and we are now waiting on them to arrive.  George is laying on my bed smoking a cigarillo.  He is using a cup of water as an ashtray which is sitting on my bedside table.  He has his legs crossed and looks comfortable.  I am doing “computer shit” as George puts it. LOL!

“If you watched porn, what kind of porn would you watch?” George just asked me.

“Everyday Joes,” I replied, meaning amateur porn. “Porn stars and mainstream porn just seems so fake.  I got enough of that with my ex-wife.”

“Find me a good amateur porn site.  Work your computer magic. You can find anything.”

I found www.youramateurporn.com pretty easily and it had all free videos and was virus free.

“Email me that link!” George said excitedly.

“You know it’s rather gross that I am thinking of you visiting this site and beating off,” I replied.

“I forget you don’t beat off,” George told me laughing.

“It’s not funny!” I said huffily. “I can’t help my medications make me asexual!”

I am now having euphoria from my injection.  This is my version of an orgasm.  I just told George I was feeling quite strange, but good at the same time.

“I’ve got to get me some of dat shit!” George exclaimed. “Do they have to inject it in your ass?”

I laughed as I lit up a cigarette.  Smoking is ten times more pleasurable during these moments of euphoria.  I can’t believe George is wanting an injection of Risperdal just to get high.  Us addicts are something else!