When it rains...
This winter I had a bit of a dry spell. For the most part, Slappy has been a dull boy (so dull that he refers to himself in the third person. Must. Stop. The. Parentheticals.) Now all of a sudden, I am juggling men like college drama student minstrel at a Renaissance fair. And I haven't even had sex with all of them. Worse yet, there are two of them with whom I could see a future beyond next Tuesday. Have I become that guy? Shoot me now.
Coming up...all about Cedar Point. I am too tired to write anything coherent, so I will blather about that tomorrow.
Coming up...all about Cedar Point. I am too tired to write anything coherent, so I will blather about that tomorrow.