Top Shelf for Life Bro, I know the shelf may have cracked a little with use but your still up there :)
So I messaged this handsome guy on scruff one day and he tells me to go fuck my self. Cut to one random message I decided to send you, I think it was something like, sorry to hear about the store closing (Priape) along with a compliment or two about how you worked so hard for our community and did a great job of creating a place where people could come together and be themselves and buy sluttly clothes and sex toys and stuff, I dunno something like that. And then time passed and I was still figuring my self out, and still sooo much growing up to do, but a fucking fast and hard and intense friendship showed up at just the right time. It was fucking so much fun, I don' think I will ever laugh that again, from Morgue Magazine cover shoots, to the turban, oh my god that damn thing, and how could we forget about Told, she was a fucking dick head sometimes. But the moment I cherish most of all, was standing and watching my friend dj and open for the freemasons at Whistler Pride, it was so intense, so overwhelming but amazing it almost felt as if someone had died. Life went and and shit got a bit rocky, and different some of us were dealing with stuff and other's maybe weren't exactly (me) weren't exactly mature enough or posessed the tools to figure out a good and thoughtful way to be supportive and the rest is history and some public history and stupidity. but I still feel the same way about that handsome tall friend I made. Grey Goose Top Shelf, and thank you for not letting me wear that pigs in space outfit, that is a true friend, oh that and slurpee's at Yinon Yael, after which I slaved away washing your dirty sweaty outfit without even worrying about anything in your pockets, I mean who puts things in pockets when they go to an after hours. You were still so very thankful though.
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