I’m in bed on a Friday night, exhausted… And unexplainably aroused. Why do I feel the need to tell you this? No fucking clue. Delirium is a bitch. I need someone to do me while I sleep. And when I wake up, I’d make us breakfast. Perfect.
No likes, reblogs or asks in I don't know how long.
You people are boring as fuck. Does my blog not amuse you? Why do I have one of these? It either just makes me hate people, think about relationships, or beat off. All of which, are very depressing subjects. Eat my ass, you jagaloons.
Or anything other than your computer screens for that matter. Greatness happened tonight. Sheer joy for an entire nation of fans. A perfect game. Only the 22nd of all time. Think about that. It takes an entire team to accomplish that. I’m still I’m shock. Wow. I love this game.