My day began pretty normal. Wake up, ate cupcakes, put on jean shorts, called in sick to the strip club and headed to wal-mart. Turns out my sex partner(that lackluster ass-hat, dirty water, dick-lipped, anti-poon waste of sexual organs and air) decided to break up with me in my car in hopes that I would eat it him out and then go to work super sexed up.
It worked, I was really sexed up. Really SEXEDUPED. So sexed up I could taste sweat and touch vikoden. Up was Hard and left was plump. But, unlike the joyful acceptance that comes from willingly doing car-sex, un-willingly doing them is much harder. I didn't know how I got sexedup, which lead me to think I was having a stroke or that I had died and this was some weird limbo sex position. Ultimately I decided that I was still dreaming. This was a mistake.
Tlkn bout drugs iz k00l.
It worked, I was really sexed up. Really SEXEDUPED. So sexed up I could taste sweat and touch vikoden. Up was Hard and left was plump. But, unlike the joyful acceptance that comes from willingly doing car-sex, un-willingly doing them is much harder. I didn't know how I got sexedup, which lead me to think I was having a stroke or that I had died and this was some weird limbo sex position. Ultimately I decided that I was still dreaming. This was a mistake.
Tlkn bout drugs iz k00l.
