Every time I fly Southwest Airlines I get a lead pipe hard on. It never happens on any other airline. I almost fucked a bag of peanuts over Bakersfield. I'm currently rubbing up against my luggage like a zoo animal waiting for the airport shuttle. It's good to be home after a month of gigs.
Is there an unwritten rule in fast food that a tranny must work the drive thru window after 11pm? I dont know if I should be more repulsed by the fact that I've been picking wig hair out of my McFlurry for the past 3 miles or I can't get rid of my hard on.