She was a good time. He couldn't tell time. She was the right time. He never had time. She wouldn't be a long time. He waited for the next time. She was beyond time. He couldn't save time. She escaped time. He lost time. The sand in the hourglass now makes him itch. The hourglass became a self righteous bitch. It was his last time. And, sadly, he thought he still had time. Eventually... His time began to stagger. He tried to save it in a bottle. Habitually, he swallowed today

A good shit show is a voyeuristic force to reckon with. The malodorous stench of another's shit hitting the fan does not pull away the...

I have been black balled, kicked right out with a clean cut, at least three times this year. G-Eazy would wife it up. WHAT WAS THAT? Fuck. Black balls come fast, out of nowhere. I got Willy Wonka's golden ticket inviting me to radically change life. You may be jealous at how I sport this cancer sack. I still can taunt flirt with my own jiggly bits, but blue balls only hang from dicks. No, I am not politically correct. I am also not a part of profiting of under the disguise