Finger Foods
by davycockett on Feb.05, 2010, under The Girl-nasium
It seems like yesterday when I fingerbanged my first female. What a day that was! I clearly recall how potently my digits stunk after the fact: they were both sweet and sour, a savory reminder to carry with me until I washed my hands or scratched my balls. Ah, the memories! It’s a shame you couldn’t go back and do it all over again.
On the subject of time travel, if I did so happen to have DeLorean DMC-12, fully equipped with a flux-capacitor and a Mr. Fusion, there would be a whole lot more things I’d like to do besides going back and re-fingerbanging a few barely legal bitches. Call–– me crazy, but I’d like to go back and kick the shit out of the younger me, namely for two purposes: the first being to see if I could do it, the second being to toughen up the current me (I’ll admit it, I’m kind of a pussy when it comes to that stuff).
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