It took me dating about 25 self proclaimed “freaks” that were simply “heavily tattooed deviants” before I realized that they are *NOT* more fun and crazy and passionate and “hip”, rather…. they are simply fucked up. You go find yourself one barely reformed catholic school girl recently divorced from the concept of a verifiable God and … wow… ride of your life. Anything is possible after that. I mean it. Anything.
Toast fucking? Seriously.
No I really mean it. I don’t mean nice car. Vavoom…..
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