...of Sinead O'Conner are playing in my room right now, swirling her warm moist tongue around inside my earholes, gently licking at my nipples...
Hey, apparently she hates Catholics, too. And have you ever done a bald chick? Outside of an oncology ward, I mean? Pervert.
And those eyes...I just want to fall naked into them, and soak her up.
Folks, again, you all (well mostly all) have me wrong. I have consorted with faggots of all sexes. Gone bowling with them. I have boinked lesbians. Perhaps it was my own eyes, and long, beautiful eyelashes that brought them in. Queers have hit on me nearly all my life. I have hit a few of them, as well. SMACK, go away and leave me alone.
The second best soldier (and a good friend of mine) I ever knew was a faggot. He'd been kicked out of West Point a couple of years in, for extreme faggotry. He was getting kicked out of my unit for the same offense. A doctor had given him a prescription to jack off at least ten times a day. The guy was a fucking Super Soldier. I was the best shot in the Battalion, but he was no slouch.
And his grasp of squad tactics, whether assaulting, or defending, was superb. I would have gone into combat with him in a heartbeat. Just not taken any showers with him...
You do not want to meet the first best soldier I ever knew. He was, quite simply, a Terminator. A psychotic Terminator. Attacking him was like throwing yourself into a garbage bin full of sharpened angle iron. If someone frightens me, you might not care to meet them.
The worst, well one of the worst beatings I ever got was over the last piece of pizza in the Domino's box.
Well, that's it, for now. Food for thought, for awhile. If it is cold gruel, sorry. It's what I have.