it's a fair. there's always a little kid crying somewhere. mostly because the damned parents have got them hopped up on candyfloss and they're having a come down. or they're playing you.
who am i to deny the world my glorious physique?
[ Actually, it's not so glorious but Dick likes him anyway. ]
she has a voice like a foghorn and breath like a foxhole with no sense of personal space. she doesn't have to do anything to me.
no subject
or they're playing you.
who am i to deny the world my glorious physique?
[ Actually, it's not so glorious but Dick likes him anyway. ]
she has a voice like a foghorn and breath like a foxhole with no sense of personal space.
she doesn't have to do anything to me.