"Doesn't this random scattering... seem desperately random - like the elaborations of a bad liar?"
That’s it. Final life goal change. I want to perfect my duck face.
Good lord, all of this progressed too rapidly. I’m going back to prose, where I can discuss the topics of cocks, hogs and fashion tags dressed in fancy words.
i was waiting for an erector joke
I couldn’t trust myself at this hour and with so many double entendres floating about… It’s one thing to consciously destroy my image but another to do so unwittingly (and I excel at the latter).
Yes, so his cock gets a constant ride…some people/cocks are just born that lucky…
Well, not this one………. and I’m stopping with that. I’m sure this can only lead to a bad taste I won’t be able to wash out of my mouth.
LMAOOOO but you would be ‘like a sir’. You know like a sir, right?
It’s like being knighted, right? Quick, who is a king or queen who can night me and make me a “Sir”??? Only then will I adopt a cane.