I think I am going to have to take multiple cold showers and eat a whole jar of jalapeno peppers in order to get these images of Cassie Audiffrin off my mind. I know the peppers are a little unconventional, but for some reason it has always worked for me. It must have something to do with the burning fire in my mouth and knowing that in a few hours it will be at my b-hole. That sense of impending doom is just what I need to clear my mind of the image of Cassie sprawled out on that bed.
I could never bring myself to buy white sheets to sleep in. I know they would never last more than a couple weeks, and stained white sheets are about as classless as you can get. Between my habit of eating in bed and those late night nosebleeds those sheets would end up looking like a knock off Jackson Pollock. Now that I think about it, maybe it is time I visited a doctor. Nah, I am sure that brain hemorrhage will fix itself.
Photo Credit: Jean Philip Zi