Dog runner hoe raker

Horny men, everywhere, everywhere
Horny men, writing poetry, that isn’t really that bad actually if you read it in context, some of my favorite lines

‘Stay awake and let’s sex, impulse deniers begone’

‘I know my soaking wet tablecloth dick pic didn’t poll well’

‘I need to cum’

Dating is so formal and I am so afraid of facing someone across the table. What if the tablecloth voids and we are sucked in too, never getting to say what we really want

Emotional emancipation!

Telling that the Berlin tenant association is staffed exclusively by women and all the people showing up for appointments are also women

Biking gets me so fit. Ive never felt more like that bitch, and suddenly I now am also able to smoke hash, and eat in one sitting a frozen pizza and Oreo ice cream and fried wonton and dirty gin martini and vodka shot best of both worlds (w gin) two beers jasmine tee mango lassi another shot one cig

I think I am a Berlin 11

Not having sex with any more hot wools until I get back on my anti depressants