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Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Some times I want to go out of the window. I'd fall balletically to the ground.
And guess what?
More Thierry Henry.
I see him for real in my dreams now. He was standing there, with a sort of dick-holder thing. He possessed a trunk of elephantine proportions. It was disgusting. At least a cubit in length.
It was held in by some sort of underwear, but like a holster? it was held by a circle of ribbon by the head, just a ring of cloth supporting it perpendicular to his body.
He wasn't beautiful at all though. He was mean and thin and scrawny. I couldn't love this man.
And guess what?
More Thierry Henry.
I see him for real in my dreams now. He was standing there, with a sort of dick-holder thing. He possessed a trunk of elephantine proportions. It was disgusting. At least a cubit in length.
It was held in by some sort of underwear, but like a holster? it was held by a circle of ribbon by the head, just a ring of cloth supporting it perpendicular to his body.
He wasn't beautiful at all though. He was mean and thin and scrawny. I couldn't love this man.
