I hope when I'm 28 I'm doing better than to scrape the bottom of the Internet barrel looking for dudes to fuck chunks of rubber with me.
Oh my poop princess. One day you will be mine.
This dude gets props for not beating around the bush with silly things like "relationships" and "getting to know each other."
Now ladies, don't you all email him at the same time!
I see some words but it all looks like LIES.
My brain thinks all of these men look like that "need HEAD?" guy from a little while back and I can't stop thinking that.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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