And thats number 54 of 1000s of reasons why I wouldnt go again.
I wouldn't have a fucking clue what they were accusing me of. It could be dropping some litter or murdering a class of children, I was continuously shitting it of doing anything.
Never has drunken sex with a woman in a hotel been done so quietly, slowly and with the hope that I finished quickly.
(, Wed 20 May 2015, 12:30, Reply)