I need to watch less documentaries about dead F1 drivers and do more internship paperwork. Fucking internship paperwork. I basically have to take all the work I've already done and then type it up all nice and neat and submit it to some asswad who's going to write back about it not being good enough or some shit because apparently the people I'm actually working with and grilling me day in and day out aren't doing a demanding enough job of it. And have a discussion about how I would handle someone's request that I mail two bottles of pseudoephedrine to Florida. Jesus. I wonder if hooker is drunk enough for the boobie thread yet.
I enjoy muffdiving. But am largely meh on having my penis sucked. I suppose that is one of the reasons we are not married.
Hey Mr. Chompsky. I saw a black guy walking hand in hand with a grotesquely large white woman and thought of you.
Speaking of a little head, someone buy me this now: Saint Vitalis' Head Up for Auction Why yes, I would be the villain in a gothic Penny Dreadful. *twirls mustache* Sidenote: eating vagina is one of the best things in the world. Remember ladies that taste, texture, and smell are important just like any good meal. Vagina also pairs really well with gin.
There are probably plenty more reasons. There is not a man in the world who would put up with my shit like my husband does.
But I'm down to be fucked all day, every day. I swear my vagina is like perpetually wet and ready. It's nuts.
Honestly, if I married a woman who didn't like getting head, it'd be like a pastry chef marrying a diabetic. Sure we could work around it, but it'd be an awfully big waste. My lightbulb just blew out. Go to CVS or drink in the dark?