Thursday, July 31, 2008

Picnic

he took me on a picnic. a fucking picnic. when he first suggested it i laughed and scoffed. how many times do i have to remind this guy that i dont have a fucking vagina? flowers and picnics will not get me to take my pants off. if you want them off then throw me down and unzip them yourself. but i actually kind of sort of maybe but not really but i did enjoy myself. especially when he started to get hot so he took his shirt off. have i mentioned he could grate cheese on his stomach? no? well he can. anyway he has to spend the rest of the day with his family. why i have no clue. i keep laughing at him and rm who are still in the clutches of the dreaded parental units. i on the other hand am fully free. though that may be cause they're trying for a heterosexual male heir who will carry on the family name. which involves something called sexual intercourse. at least thats how mother explained it. fuck you all.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Actually, I don't know what's gayer-

Two guys going on a picninc together
or
A guy as obssessed with shows like Gossip Girl as you are.

Cut the guy some slack. At least he's trying to be sweet.

dickophile said...

well i think she would know.