gay head. the latent homosexual cowboy in me is uncomfortable with something so overt. it could out me.
besides, new england is far to close in proximity to all those faggoty british poofters. too much temptation. i think i'll go to the gay rodeo instead.
The gay head indian tribe was around long before homosexuals first adopted the use of the word gay to express their sexuality Hotwater
mmmmmmmm. massage. i love massage. don't want a guy doing it, oddly enough. or, perhaps, not so odd at all.
I take it you don’t want to be mistaken for one of the many beached whales which regularly wash up along the new england coast Hotwater
Im not having any pain medication or at least that's my plan, but the two times I did morphine with John I didnt really love it. The first time I just got itchy as hell and I thought he was insane to be addicted to something that didnt even get you high and the second time I was like "yeah, it's blissful", but that was it. I liked percocets way better, but the one time they made me cranky as hell on the comedown. I dont think I've ever felt so mad in my entire life, but I only took those a handful of times.
some things don't transfer at all i think, but if you like it you like it:cheers2: just saying, DPT would help you visit a cloud
it's spelled Moloka'i. And no we all don't want your money, mamacita. But if any of you ever do come to my island of oahu the look me up and I'll show you what Hawaii is famous for.
today, I would like to go to Europe and get a Eurorail pass and cruise around for a month..stopping and exploring wherever I want.