Secrets of the Bedroom and Botched Skin Grafts
So... I'm kinda lovestruck. Yep, nothing new in that realm: Keith meets girl, Keith instantly falls in love completely ignoring all outward signs of problems (gun toting boyfriends, horrific mental problems, obvious physical deformities). I will say with total assurance, which is like insurance but pertains only to the well-being of your ass at any given time (something too many of us ignore too often), that this is different. I reeeeaaallly like this girl, and we synch up like nobody's bidnezz. But more importantly, on the topic of assurance, and the well-being of my rectum. I AM SICK AND TIRED OF GETTING BLOOD IN MY FECES.
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