...and his name wasn't Mark.
I'm just now coming out of a bit of a drunken, Gay Pride Weekend haze, and now, like a dirty whore who stole from his John, I'm gonna be asking for forgiveness...BEAT ME, SPANK ME, JUST DON'T TANK ME!!
When I stop peeing booze and I've had a chance to kiss and make up with Mark, I'll see about filling you all in on my little adventure to the LBC. It's not often that I let my curls out, but it always seems to happen when I'm drowning in maleness!
Rafa
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