Kerry "the Larry" is, I have to admit, extremely underrepresented in my blog. She is my oldest, hottest pal, with huge tits. . . Did I mention that she is single boys? So if you are 5"10+, have a good job, and loovvvee to drink then this successful, sexy pharmaceutical sales siren may just be for you. Must love dogs.
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WOW! I love ME!
I'd love to take Kerry out for a nice dinner at my favorite little italian restaurant, and we'd drink wine and talk about our passions, goals, and even have a lively conversation about whether Nietzche's influence is more prominent in existentialism or postmodernism. We'd laugh and then our hands would awkwardly touch, but she wouldn't pull hers away. Her eyes, such a gorgeous hue, show energy and depth and sincerity. And lust. We'd hurry home, can't get our clothes of quick enough, raw energy flowing between our beings, flesh on flesh, it's like this was always meant to be. It feels so right, the way our bodies mesh. I'd start crushing that hairy hatchet wound like Paul Bunyan in a wood-laying competition. Then I'd holler at my negros in the living room and we'd run a train on that pink little furburger and fill her to the brim with man sauce. She wouldn't be able to walk right for a week after the punishment Marcus, Darnell and I inflicted on her orifices.
Thanks PJ. I can't wait to meet you and your "friends".
Yes! Sooooo f'n creepy.
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