"i don't know what to call it"

"goddammit, call it love"

"why didn't i think of that?"

i'm swimming so hard thinking holy shit

i am not going to drown then this fucking crocodile comes and my bottom of my left leg is gone

and so it doesn't hurt much

and so i remember the different women i've exchanged eskimo kisses with

and how size does matter

when it comes to noses

and, i guess, brain tumors

and, obviously, cocks

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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