i caught myself on the door handle.
lemme check your suit.
what do you mean?
turn around and let me check for holes.
that is so gay!
*sigh* or you could not turn around, and i'll just continue staring at your crotch.
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
The play is done. Lots of lovely compliments. Lots of great reviews and a financial success to boot.
I may have even learned something about myself.
cue *don't you (forget about me)*