Sunday, May 29, 2005


4 Twits.
Originally uploaded by branleighbarber.

So tired, long day spent gyrating on Matt's lap in rehearsal. Boner cup.

To the boy at Odessa who kept checking us out:
Look, the thing is, I just don't think you can handle it. I know you think you want it but I'm worried, because if I give it to you, things may get out of hand. I wish I was kidding. I speak from experience. If I give it you, and I'm not saying I'm going to but if I do, you won't want it to stop, not ever. And that may prove to be a problem. That's all I'm saying. You've been warned.

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