Long after my injust exhile from this site I began a time of deep thinking. And after many cervasas and long nights with ***** women I thought. Where is my life going besides to the free clinic every other day to cure the ******* of fire.
It was then I remembred a wise amigo a man amoungst many men not because he was strange they just happend to all gather togather in that spot. Unlike a bathhouse once I only went to a few times to have some male bonding time and to enjoy a nice backrub.
But enough with my college years. My once mighty amigo told me. ******* dont ever let them hold you back for the evil forces are many yet you cant **** crazy well maybe with a gun but that would take many bullets amigo.
It was then i knew I must return to the land of Hello. To bring joy to many and annoy young teenage writers who think vampires can walk around in daylight and werewolves run in large packs with other amigos in Alaska. How I wish i lived there as well.
It had been far to long since this gravyard of like button zombies had taken off there pants turned off the lights and had a hot oil ****. At least I hope that was oil.
It had been a cold summer south of the boarder but that doesnt mean there wasnt fire down below. Much like with older women.
So I packed the pinto and like a really fast minded person moving at a well much slower gear I was off. For where there is a need there is well a place people probaly want something to suit that need.
So spank my spandex wearing *** and call me MR Pickles. Cause The ******* has returned amigos.