So my roomate and I, with nothing better to do, just decided to critique our neighbors on their potential ability to give head.
I don't care what he says, I'm number 1. He's just afraid to admit he's living with a master.
I don't care what he says, I'm number 1. He's just afraid to admit he's living with a master.
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*wink* Your roommate's not afraid to admit that you potentially would give really good head, which I don't want to ponder myself... except you are pierced and you did spend those two years in prison for male fraud, so maybe, perhaps, you are a master. But I ask you this, how much head have you been giving lately? (rhetorical!!!!) Because you use it or lose it honey, and if you ain't been practicing, you may be out of touch with the new, the now, the hot, the hip.
I for one am a novice, but if a certain bilaterally-lisped friend of yours had ever called me back, I would have practiced til perfect. (I'm saying I would SUCK HIS DICK... a lot.) It seems I have to forgo all subtleties this week.
I'm too tired to think about all the sex I'm not having right now. I have a paper due in, oh 23.5 hours and it's not gonna write itself if I'm drooling and humping the library sofa in my sleep.
Love you baby!
Cyn
should I call the barbie phone to piss off the people around you?
Yeah, you should come by and visit me. Perhaps I'll go off to the ladies room and give you a call to see what you're up to. I've been up since Saturday, and I've fallen asleep with my hands on the keyboard a few times... but if I can just finish this tonight, I'll sleep and tomorrow's it.
There is a 48 hour window where I can truly define my college experience. I've got to make it - cuz I've been a lazy bastard for five years and this is what I get. :-P The couches here really are good for sleeping/drooling/humping.
LOVE always,
Cyncockthia
And would you appreciate a little more discretion with my language when I post to your journal? I know you're rated R, but I've made a sailor cry himself to sleep and I sometimes forget that somepeople don't use the "c-words" as often as I do.
Cock ya later!
Cunthia
PS -- I also love that my icon is Kyle Gass and my posts look like I'm your indignent fat guy friend. One of those descriptors is not like the others... one of those descriptors is not the same... which one of these descriptors does not suit me... won't you come and play my game... low blood sugar... vision... blurring... can't.... *plop*....Neil Diamond?
Hey, do you want to come over for dinner? I have a guest meal left.
Great - now I'm all ooey-gooey.
What time is dinner?!?
Music: Neil Diamond: Longfellow Serenade
Maybe I should break out the Enya.