the problem with this kind of thing is the free. i don't mind so much being hammered by a man but i do as hell mind being hammered by a boy. a half man. an in between-- a still sucking sucker. and that's why i was so taken a back as i was walking up the stairs of my house. little did i know that old d. loufas would be sitting on my sidelines sipping a cola laughing it up with that oh so welcoming fam of mine. it's ok, i concur. i pray to god. i will blink my eyes just once.
i will open my eyes after 7 seconds and remember what it's like. i'll like it and feel it and hold it for a good amount of time. it's expired and it's rotten so i threw it out and went to daly city to watch sex and the city with a man who is not gay. his initials are J.W and his receding hair line co exists. jk. there was this girl that i was spying on when i left the bathroom i heard her say one thing and i almost puked. the movie displayed women negatively, as in they only think about two things shopping and sex. what a fucking floozy.sometimes i feel bad for all girls who don't have anna karina's brain.
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