Friday, December 08, 2006
Dr. Speed's List (Part 2)
Haley's Comet - My God, do you have a sweet ass. And, you had some good pussy, the only problem was that you were so nervous about having sex with me. You were so certain that I was going to fuck you in that tight ass, that you just couldn't let go and enjoy yourself. That's too bad. We could have had fun. You know that you were only a sportfuck to me, and I didn't care about trying to help you be comfortable. Everytime you see me these days, you always look at my dick, but you're too scared to ask for more.
Kevin Cool - The brother that I wish that I had. You're smart, sarcastic, and as big a slut as I am. And you drive a 5.0 Mustang.
Kool Keith - I like you, but it's gets old, you know, asking me about my health all the time. My immune system is fine, champ. And the reason that none of my sexies ever say bad shit about me is because I'm only good at 3 things. Eating, drinking, and fucking. I've managed to stay friends with all of them. They may not like me, but they all love me.
GoNoles - I am constantly impressed by you. Because, frankly, you're so fucked up, you're impressive. But Holy Shit. That shit the other day? Goddamn genius level fucked uppedness. Genius level. You keep doing what you're doing, because you are good at what you do.
Miss Prissy - So let me get this straight . . . after all the time that we've spent together, you still expect me to talk you out of the pussy? I was quite serious when I told you that the last time was the last time. I don't have time for games. Either you'll fuck me or you won't. It takes a lot to make me disgusted with a woman. Congratulations, you succeeded. When I left after our last session, you were crying. Imagine my surprise when you show up asking me for a hug and another chance. I'm not really interested in playing fucked up high-school games, sweetheart. Reminder: You're a grown-ass woman.
I do, however, like the way that you kiss me. So, even though it's against my better nature, I'm going to use that delicious body of yours again. it won't be my first mistake, nor will it be my last.
Trashy Blacque - You are the most fucked up bitch I've met in years. And I know a bunch of fucked up bitches. I wish I cared enough to fuck around with you. But on a scale of 1-10 on the Fucked-Up scale, you are easily a 12. Luckily, you've learned to stay the fuck away from me. Bravo!
Kevin Cool - The brother that I wish that I had. You're smart, sarcastic, and as big a slut as I am. And you drive a 5.0 Mustang.
Kool Keith - I like you, but it's gets old, you know, asking me about my health all the time. My immune system is fine, champ. And the reason that none of my sexies ever say bad shit about me is because I'm only good at 3 things. Eating, drinking, and fucking. I've managed to stay friends with all of them. They may not like me, but they all love me.
GoNoles - I am constantly impressed by you. Because, frankly, you're so fucked up, you're impressive. But Holy Shit. That shit the other day? Goddamn genius level fucked uppedness. Genius level. You keep doing what you're doing, because you are good at what you do.
Miss Prissy - So let me get this straight . . . after all the time that we've spent together, you still expect me to talk you out of the pussy? I was quite serious when I told you that the last time was the last time. I don't have time for games. Either you'll fuck me or you won't. It takes a lot to make me disgusted with a woman. Congratulations, you succeeded. When I left after our last session, you were crying. Imagine my surprise when you show up asking me for a hug and another chance. I'm not really interested in playing fucked up high-school games, sweetheart. Reminder: You're a grown-ass woman.
I do, however, like the way that you kiss me. So, even though it's against my better nature, I'm going to use that delicious body of yours again. it won't be my first mistake, nor will it be my last.
Trashy Blacque - You are the most fucked up bitch I've met in years. And I know a bunch of fucked up bitches. I wish I cared enough to fuck around with you. But on a scale of 1-10 on the Fucked-Up scale, you are easily a 12. Luckily, you've learned to stay the fuck away from me. Bravo!
// posted by The Wonderfulness Of Dr. Speed @ 6:24 AM 
