I don’t know about exploring the inner workings of the universe with E. The first couple of hours can be great but how about the last three hours of lying in bed a day later with the fear, frantically trying to jerk off to lessen the pain?
I hate these suicidal poets who are pushing mid-30s and dress like tampons just so they can maybe sneak up a drunk student's gash. Comments/Enlarge See all
Enough with these fucking LARP jackets. Dude, you do not look like a hitman who only comes out at night. You look like an Australian farmhand who drinks too much.
