March 19, 2012

One Word: pageant

This was beautiful.

A pageant? I am not entering a FUCKING pageant. But she was looking at me, and her face was all pouty, and with complete disregard for my own mascuilinity, I apprehensively agreed. I would do anything for her. Not gonna lie. And I totally hated myself for it. I am such a sadally masachistic bastard. A sissy. A pussy. I essentially have no balls.

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