the night shitler tried to cripple me

there is never a dull moment whenever shitler is around.  drunk or sober or asleep.
the 3rd of march was his 28th birthday.
here is a photo prior to our departure from the bar:

here is a list of shit he muttered/slash thought i cared to hear:

• alabaster gray
• springtime fluff
• wintertime cherishness
• remember your graduation tassel?  i feel like the end of a tassel.  i feel so fluffy.
• can i bite your titsies?
• your tits are butt-tastic
• remember shel silverstein?
• it's like a superman gift box inside of a space shuttle.
• i want to go bed.  i don't like this anymore.
• fucking shel silverstein.
• i could randomly state crazy things that you could write?
• you're writing this too?  goddamnit.

then an hour after this - he flailed in his sleep and cracked me in the spine.
then shouted obscenities.
like i said - never a dull moment.