How many people can say, "My daddy is a
model!" Ooooh, oooh, ooh...I can, I
CAN! HA hahah! Damn is u looking good
these days or what! Please tell me you
have had some revelation since college
and keep your room/house clean and
tidy...okay...I'm back from having my
fit of laughter at the thought. It just
wouldn't be the "D" I know! Just make
sure you put pics from your portfolio
on here...I need to be able to prove I
at least have friends who are hot!
daddy threw the funnnnnest party ever
friday night. there was dancing,
randy, and randy dancing. at one
point, i asked bill if the picture on
his profile is really him and he
growled playfully, "YEEESSSSSSS that
IS my BODY." then he added, "really
good lighting. really good
lighting." still, billy: HOT DAMN.
I've come to the conclusion several
times that nothing shocks me
anymore. And after more analysis, I
realize that it all had to do with
knowing Bill. Being surrounded by
dildos and talking about poo all day
long is good for you, I swear.
i fell in love with billy at 10 years
old, when we were randomly assigned to
the same fifth grade homeroom. though
he is an incessant flirt, we have
since developed that comfy father-
daughter tie that binds, and i
wouldn't trade it for anything, even
that hot roll in the hay i wanted back
in high school. a true father figure,
daddy has taught me so much: the names
of the backstreet boys, how to love
malt beer, and why it's really
important to watch as the world
turns. i will be the one to love him,
till the end of time.
I met Daddy in the heart of darkness.
At the time he was evacuating refugees
as part of Operation Congo Shlong. As
the helicopter was airlifting me to
safety I gazed up into his nearsighted
eyes and realized that I would never
take him as a husband. Since then I
have ruled my position on the board of
African Affairs with discipline,
dedication, and a .38 Derringer. Of
late, as part of Operation Dark
Continental Nostalgia, Daddy and I
have been relocating choice African
creatures back inside the USA in order
to spread familiarity, harmony and the
plague in our adopted land. West Nile
and Monkey Pox are only two of our
many success stories thus far.
Meanwhile I have watched as daddy has
deteriorated, his premature
ossification has lengthened the treads
of Madonna's footsteps far beyond his
ability to pursue. Worse, his heart
tremors, urinary deviance, and jack
rabbit libido has raped and ruined the
only use Daddies were put on this
earth for -moneyand I haven't seen
any in a long while. So if you're
reading this Daddy it's time to put up
or shut down because hatred can't
subsist on excuses alone.
Billy Loveless and I are soulmates
on a search for superstardom. He is
the Will to my Grace, the Clyde to my
Bonnie. He is brilliant, contradictory,
smouldering, insane. And
sometimes a little smelly--on
purpose though. I consistently leave
him 5 minute ranting voicemails at
5am which I do not remember
leaving. My booty call minus the
booty. He is my father and my
brother. Daddy couldn't be all wrong.
I was supposed to be a William Jr., but
my mom intervened. So many layers to
this "daddy" fetish!
model!" Ooooh, oooh, ooh...I can, I
CAN! HA hahah! Damn is u looking good
these days or what! Please tell me you
have had some revelation since college
and keep your room/house clean and
tidy...okay...I'm back from having my
fit of laughter at the thought. It just
wouldn't be the "D" I know! Just make
sure you put pics from your portfolio
on here...I need to be able to prove I
at least have friends who are hot!
friday night. there was dancing,
randy, and randy dancing. at one
point, i asked bill if the picture on
his profile is really him and he
growled playfully, "YEEESSSSSSS that
IS my BODY." then he added, "really
good lighting. really good
lighting." still, billy: HOT DAMN.
Bill's profile He is waaaaay too young
for me!
times that nothing shocks me
anymore. And after more analysis, I
realize that it all had to do with
knowing Bill. Being surrounded by
dildos and talking about poo all day
long is good for you, I swear.
a new pair of horseshoes.
what a naughty picture!!
I agree with the sentiment,
and it's totally Bill!
Yeeehaw
old, when we were randomly assigned to
the same fifth grade homeroom. though
he is an incessant flirt, we have
since developed that comfy father-
daughter tie that binds, and i
wouldn't trade it for anything, even
that hot roll in the hay i wanted back
in high school. a true father figure,
daddy has taught me so much: the names
of the backstreet boys, how to love
malt beer, and why it's really
important to watch as the world
turns. i will be the one to love him,
till the end of time.
At the time he was evacuating refugees
as part of Operation Congo Shlong. As
the helicopter was airlifting me to
safety I gazed up into his nearsighted
eyes and realized that I would never
take him as a husband. Since then I
have ruled my position on the board of
African Affairs with discipline,
dedication, and a .38 Derringer. Of
late, as part of Operation Dark
Continental Nostalgia, Daddy and I
have been relocating choice African
creatures back inside the USA in order
to spread familiarity, harmony and the
plague in our adopted land. West Nile
and Monkey Pox are only two of our
many success stories thus far.
Meanwhile I have watched as daddy has
deteriorated, his premature
ossification has lengthened the treads
of Madonna's footsteps far beyond his
ability to pursue. Worse, his heart
tremors, urinary deviance, and jack
rabbit libido has raped and ruined the
only use Daddies were put on this
earth for -moneyand I haven't seen
any in a long while. So if you're
reading this Daddy it's time to put up
or shut down because hatred can't
subsist on excuses alone.
on a search for superstardom. He is
the Will to my Grace, the Clyde to my
Bonnie. He is brilliant, contradictory,
smouldering, insane. And
sometimes a little smelly--on
purpose though. I consistently leave
him 5 minute ranting voicemails at
5am which I do not remember
leaving. My booty call minus the
booty. He is my father and my
brother. Daddy couldn't be all wrong.