there you are. looking all sleepy eyed. you’ve got that look. the “i don’t feel well so i can feign fatigue so we don’t have to have sex to make you all sleepy so i can take pills and go to sleep” look. and i love you for it. i really do. well, baby, tonight is your lucky night. and mine. my balls are all worn out. from bedroom dancing with other ladies. we’ll make this brief so we can both rest up. because i have much more bedroom dancing to do tomorrow. and one of these days these balls are gonna walk all over you(r vagina.)

first off, fuck tom brady. fuck you with something hard and sandpaper-ey. 

i never cheated on you, mi amor....

first you fuck up the patriots season with this “injury.” (translation, in portuguese that means bulimic brazilian underwear model.) it seems that brady and his “injury” have gotten “engaged.” mazel tov. 

then when you find your self young and married. one day you say, 

even though i'm locked up, this sucks.....

sometimes you find yourself abroad. 

a. broad.

i’ll be honest. my post got deleted. i ran out of steam. feast on this? i hope? 

maybe. maybe not. fuck. if i didn’t have to work, this post would be monumental. sorry to let you down. there was also a good charlotte video, be glad you missed that…..

oh wait, not you didn’t. hmm….

shit, i hate my shit getting deleted and shit. shit.