vim

there is a point...shortly after magically wild, speed-pole sex...where you will be in the bathroom...fixing yourself up, composing yourself for whats left of the day....and if She then comes in...while you're at the mirror moisturizing , or flexing or whatever....and She plops right down to set loose the mighty corn-backed rattler...then THAT, my good friends...is true Love...pure, selfless, trusting, undying, true Love.

so when i say Love stinks...i say it with a bursting heart, overflowing with joy.