Sunday Morning at the X-Rated Disneyland

[cuervolinda]

Yesterday I was standing in the kitchen in sweats and the raccoon-like remnants of the Saturday's eyeliner, eating Pringles out of the can. I hadn't seen a comb, a shower or a change of clothes, and essentially looked and smelled like something the kitty forgot to bury. Tom came in from his smoke break on the porch, smiled at me and said, "Let's

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[fabunobo]

I want video!

[cuervolinda]

You THINK you do, but, you really REALLY don't. We're old and so gay for each other, you'd barf.