The formula

It’s been two years. We finish where we started. Seahawks lost—JJ at his finest. Smoke and whiskey. Bingo. Cock so salty. Clit like silk. I interrupt for a bowl of granola. More whiskey and ready to go. The cat drinking Christmas tree water and watching my threesome. Dry mouth from fucking like chihuahuas. Two bitches be hungry. Uber eats. Chinese cuisine and Kung Pao farts. Fuck your edible.