Dribble III
Hello all you steamy alcoholics! This is approximately the time of where I try and convince you I’m talented. It surely won’t take long once I take off my jacket and breathe my stinky breath in your face. That of course reminds me of the time when I ate a bunch of garlic chicken which gave me..uh. What is the “politically correct” word for farting? You get the point, I was doing you know what compulsively. And the easiest on the brain way for me to explain it is it smelled like sulfur. And if you’re of any intelligence behind my egotistical ass, then you would know that sulfur means it smells bad. Do you know how many blokes I sniff a day? I’ve played basketball for years and I still can’t figure out where the basket is. And you know what? At least it’s not called f**tball, because if it was. I’d be getting sexually excited somewhere at the back of my mind. At least to the female form of such a thing. Get on my level, do you even know what I’m talking about? Yes, I have a tumblr page