I . . . can't . . . stop . . . reading . . . this . . . sick . . . sh*t . . . SHAME ON YOU, DINOHUNTER. You have defiled my journal!!!
For those of you who don't want to click but are curious: the lovers are two amorous trains engaged in an oral interlude facilitated by a lift.
“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
And that's why I'm here eating HFLC Primal/Paleo.
I always thought that Thomas was too cheerful. Grinning all the time... I knew he was hiding something. This is no more surprising than that whole Elmo sex scandal.
Why oh why did I keep reading that?
*rummages through laundry room cabinets in search of a bucket of brain bleach*
“If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.” --Audre Lorde