That fruity lookin doctor guy e-mails me, giving me an 18 point compatability match made in heaven. But the hard on went soft when the bespectacled grey haired bastard informed me he couldn't get me a date with my soulmate. Now, how the hell can I meet the aluminum bleacher of my day dreams without the help of a friendly "Kool-aid drinkin' Kupid". Can anyone out there shoot ol' SOV an arrow?
(This request for a ticket is definitetly on the knees groveling) What can I say, I want this bitch bad.
(This request for a ticket is definitetly on the knees groveling) What can I say, I want this bitch bad.



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