Tired

*this post is brought to you by Boy…..*

Now we all know I couldn’t do such a thing. I just don’t have it in me. But when I space out during your dribble this is what I am thinking about. Seeing your face in terror as I pump round after round into you hip. Why your hip? Because its going to hurt like hell and you will crap yourself. Slow bleeding death.

I feel better already.

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