kinky

It’s like being a deer in the headlights. You’re in imminent danger. You know it. But you can’t move. You can’t speak. No reaction whatsoever. You just stand or sit there, frozen in time, waiting for the crash.

There is perhaps no other substance as intrinsically bound up in the sinewy cockles of our collective unconscious as blood.

This gives the line, "I smell sex and candy" a whole new meaning.

The grass is always sexier on the other side – especially if that side are the frolicking grounds for bouncing breast-ed exotic d