Everything I do, I do it purely for me...
Regrets? I've had a few, but then again...

I met him in a vodka bar whilst a bit drunk.

I met him again two days later and we ended up going back to mine.

He had a cock like a button mushroom.

He lasted one thrust.

He kept his leather jacket and white socks on.

But the worst thing of all? After he rolled off, I realised who he reminded me of...

Brian Adams

*cries*
(Rakky (forgot her password) science is limited by its refusal to make stuff up, Tue 19 Jun 2007, 9:52, closed)