I promise that if you do it will feel better than even the best cock you've had inside you.
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I promise that if you do it will feel better than even the best cock you've had inside you.
Yes I did. As a matter of fact, of all the words, it was the most important.
I understand that was an attempt at a clever insult, it wasn't great but I whole heartedly encourage you to keep trying. I don't know you but something about you makes me believe that one day you might say something that isn't predictable and boring. I really think you can do it.
Also, if you ever attempt to correct me again I will beat you to death.
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Do you really think my brain is so heavily damaged by years of poor choices that I don't recall your self-described plight in a European night club where you spilled your blackberry martini on a guy in the VIP section and his henchmen were about to tenderize you but you managed to walk out mostly undefeated thanks to a mix of quick thinking, strawberry-banana flavored lubricant and the oh so fortunately timed DJ's playing of the timeless disco classic "I will survive" to which you left the henchmen and the original victim of your clumsiness as pleasured quivering heaps???
Well, because you'd be absolutely correct to assume about the poor choices / damaged brain part BUT if a story gets repeated enough (allegedly you were quite pleased with how quickly you thought up that escape plan and from then on called yourself witty) I just may happen to remember all these many risen and set moons later.
PS- Your bogus claim about being a witness is somewhat true as you just so happened to "witness" two or more fellas engaged in acts of intimacy without their viewing consent.
The majority of my past resides inside a dark and impenetrable fog of substance abuse and crippling mental illness so I have no idea if this is something that actually happened to me or just something you made up but it seems like a situation I would have found myself in.
But yeah...I can't remember where I was going with this post.
Hi.
I just realised what this fucking verse is about. I think I was using a game of chess to portray the positives and negatives of life and the constant battle between joy and pain. With both at times taking the upper hand but love ultimately winning.
I just did a very bad job at making my intentions clear. You know a piece is bad when the person who wrote it has to read it multiple times to understand the fucking thing. There were a few very good lines for a 16 year old but it's mostly terrible.
I also knew absolutely nothing about chess when I was 16.