Wah wah wah. I want to go to Montreal fetish weekend. The only thing stopping me is I don’t have a plane ticket because…fuck driving.
The polish-american muscle beast says he dreams about me pissing on him. i must be doing something right.
this rabbit sounds like me talking to someone…
The chapter in my autobiography, Sociopaths in Love, that addresses working out, general sport and athletes whom I have sodomized or rubbed my overinflated breasts on will begin: “The first time I ever golfed I did so in Giuseppe Zanottis.”
im always suspicious of anyone that finds me attractive