Whelp, I'm sick. It started last night, after the Seder. I took a nap when I got home and into my love's arms. I woke up and couldn't breathe through my nose at all. Which kinda sucks since I still suck my thumb and all. Which reminds me, the Seder was interesting. I think I was the only person in that room who wasn't smart enough to attend college. Except my Dad. And I kinda hate him. Everyone was all, Ivy League this ,and Stanford and UC Berkeley that. And it just made me feel so fucking stupid, because I dropped out of community college. Not that you know, I'm jealous or anything. My uncle, Greil Marcus, has written several books that are mandatory reading in Music history classes at said Ivy League schools, and he's taught at Princeton. Of course I feel stupid compared to him.
The food was great, the Haggadah was fun. Greil opted not tell the story of the Jews escape from Egypt, but instead about how Barack Obama coming from Illinois to the Presidential Seat, was like the Jews escaping Egypt and arriving at the Promised Land. Which, funnily enough, made sense, because Southern Illinois is sometimes called Egypt. Which would make the White House / D.C. the Promised Land. To conclude, Obama isn't a secret Muslim, but a secret Jew.
So, yeah, you guessed it. I was pretty much killing myself in my sleep. Well, after I woke up, Anthony held me to try and make me feel better, and I told him the only way that would happen was if he fucked me. That didn't go well, cause apparently he was just about to go to sleep when I woke up. But no matter, I managed to succeed in giving him a rather good blow job, even with my nose stuffed up, to which he decided to throw me down and thoroughly fuck me into over twenty orgasms. And then he finished down my throat, which didn't make being sick any better, since the taste of cum is rather gross. We decided we're going to feed him pineapple juice constantly.
I've also been thinking recently, and I really wish I had been a virgin when I met Anthony. I don't really know why, but I wish he'd been my first, I really do. Oh, and I need these shoes in my life. If anyone wants to buy them for me, I'd love you forever. Shoe size is UK6/US8. Heh. Or you could just, you know, donate like, ten bucks to my cause, cause you love me so much, and all.
The food was great, the Haggadah was fun. Greil opted not tell the story of the Jews escape from Egypt, but instead about how Barack Obama coming from Illinois to the Presidential Seat, was like the Jews escaping Egypt and arriving at the Promised Land. Which, funnily enough, made sense, because Southern Illinois is sometimes called Egypt. Which would make the White House / D.C. the Promised Land. To conclude, Obama isn't a secret Muslim, but a secret Jew.
So, yeah, you guessed it. I was pretty much killing myself in my sleep. Well, after I woke up, Anthony held me to try and make me feel better, and I told him the only way that would happen was if he fucked me. That didn't go well, cause apparently he was just about to go to sleep when I woke up. But no matter, I managed to succeed in giving him a rather good blow job, even with my nose stuffed up, to which he decided to throw me down and thoroughly fuck me into over twenty orgasms. And then he finished down my throat, which didn't make being sick any better, since the taste of cum is rather gross. We decided we're going to feed him pineapple juice constantly.
I've also been thinking recently, and I really wish I had been a virgin when I met Anthony. I don't really know why, but I wish he'd been my first, I really do. Oh, and I need these shoes in my life. If anyone wants to buy them for me, I'd love you forever. Shoe size is UK6/US8. Heh. Or you could just, you know, donate like, ten bucks to my cause, cause you love me so much, and all.
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(I might shower you in kisses anyway, but don't tell anyone or my bribe is ruined.