[They can go a day. Hell, they done longer. Whatever. Nothing. Though the whole day it's bothering this old bear. The toucan and the statement about Freddy feeling like a girl. That was not what that was about. Did none of it touch him at all? None of that shit? Okay. That can be accepted can it? Why the fuck not. He's a young man.
Lawrence Dimick isn't a pussy. He likes softer, sweeter elements. Who the fuck knows why. Maybe because he's bent.
This is stewing in his brain as he sits back in his chair much later in the evening evening.
So far the score marks as Mr. White: 0 The Bird: 2.5 interceptions. The first in the bathroom something of a second attempt in the kitchen lead to some serious noise because it was expecting fruit. As for the half....well....Larry can't specifically remember but it feels like it is far more than it should be.
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Lawrence Dimick isn't a pussy. He likes softer, sweeter elements. Who the fuck knows why. Maybe because he's bent.
This is stewing in his brain as he sits back in his chair much later in the evening evening.
So far the score marks as Mr. White: 0 The Bird: 2.5 interceptions. The first in the bathroom something of a second attempt in the kitchen lead to some serious noise because it was expecting fruit. As for the half....well....Larry can't specifically remember but it feels like it is far more than it should be.
The only arms he slept with are the chairs.]