Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Hold your breath and count to ten...

I'm slowly going to be consolidating old journals over here.

Beginning now.


I found myself in a bit of a quandary last night.

The problem I encountered was this:

What exactly to you do or say while gazing up the length of a very attractive naked man, covered in amazingly beautiful tattoos, who is standing with one foot on either side of your torso, arms in the air in a victory stance, while semen is pooling in the hollow of your collar bone?

Well, in my case, you laugh... and promptly get mushroom-stamped by said tattooed male.


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