... are like a finely aged pile of shit. A dry fissured exterior hiding a still moist, still warm center of bronze ambrosia of the perfect consistency. I promised myself I would not come back. Yet like the prodigal son, I have returned. Unable to resist the temptation to poke you with a stick or to crush you beneath my feet. To feel you explode between my toes with all your pungent glory.
Jing Lives.
Jing Lives.
Makin' sweet love to CMBs since 2001.
You People...
06/01/2010 10:01:26 PM
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You must return permanently and post. I miss your honesty and perspective and humor.
06/01/2010 10:12:03 PM
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I'm not sure if you try to troll, or you're just brutally honest.
06/01/2010 11:18:58 PM
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Howdy, jing. *NM*
07/01/2010 03:37:33 PM
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