When I touch you, you are soft. Like a
tube of Latvian liverwurst. I cannot
maintain a relationship with a
wheatgerm based sausage meat. This is
goodbye. Forever.
Asian PRIDE!! HAHAHA... Leo is the
bomb.diGgety. ;) This one time /*at
band camp*/ I was crazy wasted an' this
guy had the deceny to... wait... that's
not a gOod thing... hMm... weLL,
Leoissofreakingsmartieandtalentedandhe's
myHERO. And yes, he's for sure one of
the hoTtest guys at werkie. ;)
Leo, or "Testicules" as he's known on
the 2 to 6 AM shift, is a Filipino man
from Chicago of unknown descent and
mysterious origins. Small enough to be
considered a sedan, yet pH balanced for
a woman, this wild ride has promising
times ahead. Namely, Thursday.
Leo is a kind, witty, generous soul. He
is a fine drinking, dining and/or
travelling companion (ladies take note:
he ain't half-bad lookin' neither). On
the other hand, he once got drunk and
took a big dump in my gas tank. The end.
The crowd at Saint Peter's stood silent,
frozen in awe. As he gazed at the
shocked faces of the cardinals and
bishops, Leo knew he had done the right
thing. He had skullfucked the Pope, and
God was smiling down upon him.
Sometimes when I daydream about seeing
Leo again, I like to imagine what I'd
say to him. Probably 'I like your
shirt', or 'Hey, what time is it?',
though it would more that likely
be 'SHOOT IT ON MY TITS!!!'.
for sideways wisdom tEeth!! ;)
tube of Latvian liverwurst. I cannot
maintain a relationship with a
wheatgerm based sausage meat. This is
goodbye. Forever.
bomb.diGgety. ;) This one time /*at
band camp*/ I was crazy wasted an' this
guy had the deceny to... wait... that's
not a gOod thing... hMm... weLL,
Leoissofreakingsmartieandtalentedandhe's
myHERO. And yes, he's for sure one of
the hoTtest guys at werkie. ;)
the 2 to 6 AM shift, is a Filipino man
from Chicago of unknown descent and
mysterious origins. Small enough to be
considered a sedan, yet pH balanced for
a woman, this wild ride has promising
times ahead. Namely, Thursday.
is a fine drinking, dining and/or
travelling companion (ladies take note:
he ain't half-bad lookin' neither). On
the other hand, he once got drunk and
took a big dump in my gas tank. The end.
frozen in awe. As he gazed at the
shocked faces of the cardinals and
bishops, Leo knew he had done the right
thing. He had skullfucked the Pope, and
God was smiling down upon him.
he gets a couple of drinks in him.
Leo again, I like to imagine what I'd
say to him. Probably 'I like your
shirt', or 'Hey, what time is it?',
though it would more that likely
be 'SHOOT IT ON MY TITS!!!'.