Hola. Dark hair pulled back, loose wisps dancing in the breeze. Long, alluring lashes. Crimson lips. Look her right in the eye. You got it. She sees you. Don't look away, she thinks she's caught you. Tell her everything with your gaze. Let your eyes convince her that you could make her feel again. Keep looking. You're not staring, you're letting her know that there's safety in your arms. A few seconds feel like hours. Hold steady. She knows how you want her. But she can't handle it, she looks away.
On to the next.
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haha...classic Tony!
Are you using an RSS feed for this blog? How are you commenting so quickly? Jokes aside, I did try therapy once and it saved my life. You should try getting back to work ;)
hey Tony,
Yeah...i am pulling your site from my blackberry. And try harder, man. You can do it! Get famous and get laid, ok?
And oh sorry about the therapy thing, man. Sorry!
Who is this?
Man...look at that boobie on her chest! (PLEASE SEE "For your president" POST) She is flooded! Did you get some, Tony? Did you get laid finally?
I think Tony is the master-mind behind all these comments. It all comes to me, now! This is one his ingenuous attempts to create a publicity stun for his website. It's a little lame, though, you've to admit.
I have been reading all the comments, but I have not thought about this before until now.
Tony does have a split and multiple personalities now that I think about it. It's scary sometimes when you are talking to him in person. You just don't who he is trying to imitate or what he is going to say next.
That's a true statement about anyone unless you truly know them.