I was at a busstop in Miami and BSR shows up. It was overcast then started to rain but the stupid bus wasn't coming. Somehow BSR tricks the UPS guy to give us a lift. Next thing I know we're riding in his brown truck, and the UPS dude finds out he's been duped but laughs it off and drops us off at a woman's apartment both BSR and I know. I have to piss so I go to her bathroom and the toilet is spraying hotwater, and it burns my legs while I'm taking a whizz. I manage to fix the leak and go into the next room but feel sick for some reason. I throw up in my mouth a little and go back into the bathroom to drink from the faucet then I wake up with a phantom pukey taste in my mouth. Can somebody psychoanalyze this?
You secretly want to eat Rubin, but your subconscious is fully aware that being foreign as he is, it would make you throw up in your mouth a little.
Well I'm semi-vegetarian now, but I did once enjoy a good Corned Beef Rubin Sandwich with sauerkraut.
Aww honey, don't feel jelous. He will never be able to experience my sexuality as you do. So when do you want me to ass fuck you again? I'm sorry that I made you cry yesterday, but you said that you wanted it deeper!