Considering the tingling sensation currently mind-boggling this author, I can now hypothesize with near certainty that I'll be darned if I'm not finding it on sizzling and large with a bowlegged skank ho from downtown the next I finish typing the last sentence of this entry. I took this as a definite indicator that she was just after my sucky-sucky stick, and named her for a second order. While dining on my General Tso's Chicken at Ching Chong Palace, I observed my waitress had a certain glimpse in her eye when she took my order a decidedly slanted search. The meaningfulness then reaches its pinnacle as the crack whore screams "Harder, daddy, harder. I am about to cum." However, I am not one to enable a filthy slut the satisfaction of an orgasm, so this is when I set my load in her eye and mail her out the doorway with a sheet of paper towel.
