WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME MAKES ME ENRAGED!
They're obligated to protect me, but instead anyone could do whatever they wanted to to me and my property without any consequenses while the police at their best were mocking me and now at their worst were senselessly beating me themselves.
When I saw the bruises on my inner thighs and on the back of my knees I was sure they had raped me.
I'M NOT CUT OUT FOR ADULT CLOWNERY!
Could it be that I'm now into something different than what I used to claim of sexual experience when I was younger?
I pointed startled in my state of being slightly drunk at a pair of dildos he had picked out as the most popular and which I thought were ridiculously tiny for any one-eyed trouser snake to be, not to mention for a dildo.
I remember feeling deceived when I learned his preferences were men, and isn't it also a hoax not to let the world know which of our superheros are straight or gay?
There's obviously a limit to my friendship and it seems that the limit is extra innings.
Is bad sex better than bad football? Or is bad sex just as insulting to a woman as bad football is?
Football can be associated with opera! You can learn to appreciate football, but if it doesn't touch your soul, you can never really understand what it's all about. Just like opera!