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Gospel 148 ~How Long That’s Will~

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How long will I stay up tonight? How long do I have to write tonight? How long will any sex scenes be since I didn’t read any in Succubs Lord 6? Yet I’m only 15%, so yeah, they’re coming, one way or another. “How Long That’s Will”

Thursday, November 26, 2020

Gospel 148 ~How Long That’s Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now. I wonder how many billionaires were once porn stars or at least invested? I know there are some worth millions, but honest to God, I want to be the first billionaire with that on a resume. Hell, I’m getting my practice in these days. Of course, No Nut November is fucked between NaNoWriMo, Naps, and not wanting to go to the Day Job. Would you like to see me drinking, doing drugs, or dying at some point? Better to pay attention to my dick, so yeah, Six Impossible Things… NOT.

I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in… hell if I know. As I said, I’m working on NaNoWriMo these days. I fudge the numbers. And then, make them back up, and I’m going back and forth tonight whether I’ll write anything at all. This week is almost over SIGH. Of course, I’m staying up half the night checking out porn, which might affect the writing process. Now I get my rocks off, the words come easier, trading one release for another yep. But the time between them, like Dennis Hof, I go looking for the next one. To be honest, it’s the search that takes the hands off the clock because that can go on forever. Hell, much like my list of ladies in “Sinning The Cherry On Top.” Note I’m using the word HELL plenty, but I’m not kidding myself. It’s like I’m there, and I’m not masochistic.

So what would be my Heaven, you ask me? My writing name should be Will Longing, but my porn alias would be Will Longstroke. Yeah, I didn’t spend much time deciding. At least I did get my reading done of Succubus Lord 6 by Eric Vall. 15% still trailing. Strangely enough, if I were going to get into the holiday spirit, it would be with Christmas Erotica. I’ll finish this one last novel and then get into some winter cold warmed by bedroom antics. Oh, another thing, I should eat Thanksgiving dinner sometime tonight. One more excuse not to look in on the “shorties” in my life. I won’t mention one because I ain’t STUPID. I should get back to M Anime, as I’m still trying to work something out with her. In my novel, I added Maisie Williams (drooling).

Lusting after her and Sophie Turner. How Long That’s Will?

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Gospel 141 ~When Three Agree, Will~

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It’s 3 AM, and there’s no excuse to be up this late unless I’m having a threesome, reading about it, or writing it. Well, I did the last two earlier in the night, and I don’t have a billion dollars or even a million, however. “When Three Agree, Will”

Thursday, November 19, 2020

Gospel 141 ~When Three Agree, Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I still don’t think that will give me all of Jacob’s powers from Succubus Lord 4. If you’re asking why it’s late, I read some Eric Vall and my “Interesting” book. Now I don’t think I would need a billion to start a cult. Okay, it worked for Trump, and I am so afraid that he will end up in my book. It’s okay. It’s never going to get published, and isn’t Wednesday (okay, it’s Thursday) supposed to be a good day? Maybe if I shut off Azur Lane for 30 minutes, I might get this done, Dirty Diana.

Hopefully, by 3:00 AM? Is that what I’m shooting for. At this rate, I am screwed. See, I noticed now that I skipped Wednesday SIGH though I wrote it down. Only I’m too far in right now, so Wednesday will become Thursday and vice versa for this week, this moment. I guess as the song goes, I need to talk about SEX baby. Although the whole last chapter of my book didn’t have any sex whatsoever. What the hell is wrong with me besides being kind of exhausted. No need to inquire what I was Fappening to today. Gotta write. Interesting enough. It wasn’t Azur Lane St. Louis (Luxurious Wheels), Sabrina Nichole, or Tifa Lockhart. What can I tell you? Sometimes a man wants a steak, and other times a Big Mac will do. I’m going to get all kinds of hate for that, but what are the odds, right?

Is anyone reading? Not that I’m begging? I’m saying the odds anyone notices I skipped a day are the same as getting to have a threesome at some point. That’s something I still haven’t done.

And I don’t need a billion dollars to accomplish such an endeavor. I’m not Jacob. Also, I’m not Win William Bridgman, Cain Azrael Fae, or Bastian Barks Barrett. I know I’m one for long-winded names. Think something a southern mom would call out before she beats your ass. My mom never spanked me. The concept turns me on, I’ll admit. However, I wish my freakiness could narrow itself down to three things. It’d give me a fighting chance sometime. At this rate, I’ve said it before I’ll find my Maggie.

The end is coming, but I’ll finish my novel before then. When Three Agree, Will.

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Gospel 134 ~Trump Lacks The Will~

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Every time I think about the things I’ve said to a woman, I remember who’s President until January. Well, I don’t have a few million Twitter followers; I preferred to write a book first, ha. Is it better than The Art of the Deal? Trump Lacks The Will

Thursday, November 12, 2020

Gospel 134 ~Trump Lacks The Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now but don’t ever let me piss off as many women as President Trump. I never want to be as creepy as President-Elect Biden, but today is supposed to be joyful. Let’s say I have one more reason I need to turn off my phone. However, I did read Succubus Lord 4 by Eric Vall. Now, much like Jacob, I am building my harem by way of my book with NaNoWriMo. I swear, why must I be such a downer between Succubus 4 by A.J. Markam and Stroke of Midnight. I’ve been too much into Fapping as is, all the stress.

Didn’t I sort of “suggest” yesterday that I needed to come… you know, to get any writing done? Tonight I told myself that anytime I got HARD, I’d go ahead and add 100 words to my quota. Now technically, I broke that promise, but I did get another 2000 words. Which leads me to why that is. For the most part, right this second, I would say Jessica Nigri. While I was writing tonight, one of my characters. “Sarah Annora Haven,” aka Reagan Kathryn, the cosplayer, noticed something. A lot of girls have green eyes. Interestingly enough, I can say that I haven’t been staring at Cherry’s Yabbos the entire time. For sure, Tifa Lockhart’s, and don’t make me look up Brandy Woods “Debbie” from the 1973 film “The Cheerleaders.”

Of course, each of these girls ended up in my novel and “Spank Bank,” SIGH, but I’m trying. I still haven’t managed to go for one week, and you know porn keeps me awake. Unlike others, I’m sort of like Dennis Hof. How does that song go, “The Wanderer?” Strangely I could get my wish with the state of politics in the country. A guy like me always finds the hottest piece of ass in an apocalypse. Yeah, I know I was being all sorts of crude, but I want to be in bed asleep now. Yet again, I should quit my damn phone, yes. If anything, I should cut off all social media because Trump has crept into my story. It wouldn’t be the first time, but to be honest, I never looked up Stormy Daniels until him. How about the AT&T girl… inappropriate?

I’m honest though, I know I’m going to Hell, Second Circle. Trump Lacks The Will

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Gospel 127 ~Vote With Your… Willy~

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Election Week is it… has been pretty HARD, and sadly I’m back to using the big head, and the last thing I need to think about is who’s in charge right at this second. Ballots, bullets, I’d much prefer boobs changing votes. Vote With Your… Willy.

Thursday, November 5, 2020

Gospel 127 ~Vote With Your… Willy~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but no amount of money can erase what I’ve read. We’ll get to that, but it’s been a HARD week. Today should be a good day. Hell, the optometrist hinted I can continue to look at titties as usual. I’m trying so hard not to.

The thing is, the Yabbos I’m jonesing I can only imagine. Sure I can say that about M. Anime and Cherry. I’ve seen MILF Dos, but I’m always up to see her again. Outside of a Trump shirt, yes, but we have so much to go over. I didn’t get much sleep last night, SIGH. I finished “Stroke of Midnight” by K Webster. The ending fucked me up, even when I knew Ash Elliott was going to end up with her dress in rags. To be honest, I haven’t felt this way since The Harvest Night, Dark Shell, Whitney Wright in Pure Taboo’s “Prom Night.” I’m racking my brain, trying to figure out what’s wrong with me. For a moment, I was thinking BLACKMAIL. Come on with the amount of Skye Warren books I’ve read? What about Dark Notes? Of course, “The Blackmail: Tomorrow Never Ends,” it’s a hentai series.

Now, Dirty Diana, it could be the whole BILLIONAIRE concept. These days, I’ve been reading about Jacob and Ian’s Succubi or, specifically, Eric Vall and A.J Markam. So reading about rich white boys torturing their sister. How about a money-hungry drug dealer? Yeah, I’m always saying, I’m trying to get out of the habit of listening to old white men or young ones, an evil white stepmom. Don’t go calling me racist with how I just put a black girl in a story. Yep, I had a thing for Divergent’s Zoë Kravitz and, I like “Specs.” Could it be GASPS; I’m losing my affinity for BDSM. Not in the slightest as I’m sad to say SIGH I am no longer running with the “No Nut November” crowd. Damn U.K. girls with their impressive Milk Jugs.

Guess I needed something to make me feel bad considering everything that’s been going on. Hell Dirty Diana, if I had a straightforward reason to quit Fapping, it’s because I hate being called Ma’am. Now I’m sounding like some STUPID “KAREN.” Serves me right, wanting biscuits. Nobody sees or hears the man I am, so I’m fucked. Vote With Your…Willy.

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Gospel 122 ~Season Of The Will~

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Well, Happy Halloween or NaNoWriMo Eve since I don’t have any candy. A nightmare drove me out of bed to start writing something. Pantser that I am. Funny, I was only wearing a bath towel in my dream. “Season of The Will,” so time to turn on the heat.

Saturday, October 31, 2020

Gospel 122 ~Season Of The Will~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I could afford to have a drug problem. Yeah, I hear you, Lady Lu; there are plenty of people with addictions. Only we’re not here to talk about this or that, are we? God knows I have my problems, which I’m paying $30 to exacerbate every month. Of course, we can’t talk about that. At least yesterday, I spent money on print rather than videos, which is something. For the record, K Webster isn’t so bad. I didn’t expect her to be, of course. It’s with what I have been reading. Lately, I suppose.

Yeah, like my emails, one’s saying I should be all down “for the cause.” I can’t tell you the last black author I read or the previous black artist I bought from. Dammit, I had another “A” for you, but as I say daily, I know. I’m struggling to be as always “Family-Friendly.” Now My Dæmon is my family, and I wish I could talk about him all day. Those artists and authors, other than K Webster, who I know is a white lady. Hell, I don’t know about the others. They don’t have any pictures. Doing what they do, better staying hidden? However, Lady Lu, my dear, being the broken record that I am, I don’t want to listen to old white men anymore. So as Morpheus whispered, I have dreamed a dream. Now it was all black people, but Nikkia Bell and “Ma” Ellington were the two I recognized.

Octavia Spencer portrays Sue Ann “Ma” Ellington in Ma; that I have never seen, by the way. Ambrosia Kelley plays Nikkia Bell in Kill Bill. The dream’s crux is playing mother and daughter; they broke into the house and drove me out. I couldn’t stay; I was terrified. So here I’m pondering, trying to figure out what the dream means. This is Halloween? Well, I usually give deeper meaning to any vision of mine. Ma wants me voting? Interesting if it had something to do with Black Lives Matter since I survived, right? Nobody helped me in my dream, and again they were all black… I’m not Republican. My gun was locked, and the magazines were gone, but bullets remained still boxed in the dream. Hell, it could even mean I should walk My Imp.

Halloween, NaNoWriMo, Voting, it’s time, the Season Of The Will.

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Gospel 120 ~Mattress Got Back Will~

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I went back to bed, well, not really, but I did promise that I would make the bed the next time I got up. Hell, like that’s worked in any porno, I’ve ever seen. At least I’m sticking to not having my computer in the bedroom. “Mattress Got Back Will.”

Thursday, October 29, 2020

Gospel 120 ~Mattress Got Back Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so why should I be late, lazy, or low? It’s more like I’m languishing in my self-imposed rehab, and the bed is the last place I should be. Well, I better end this love affair with my pillow fast with NaNoWriMo. The pretty, pretty girls.

Even now, I wanted to say something, but again it would be pretty LOW. It’s both crude and creepy combined, sigh. Okay, so let’s stick with the crude. Yesterday, quite by accident (yeah right), I learned that “Girls Do Porn” is shut down. The owners well, one is hiding out. I’ve heard the weather is nice in New Zealand this time of year. Well, I don’t know. It’s where they did Lord of the Rings? Well, hell, the last time I was into an elf chick or some angel. I was reading Succubus 3 (The Good The Bad And The Crazy Stupid Hot). I still am. So anyway, back to Girls Do Porn. That’s where I saw Jenna Ricket, beauty queens in Melissa King and Kristy Althaus. Miss Teen Delaware and Miss Teen Colorado. What have I said about listening to old white men, or young white men, anybody in general?

Think for yourself, but that makes me oh so very tired. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel sorry for those assholes and all their crimes. Still, I’m too LAZY to work on my Raison D’etre or come up with a plan. One more reason I read in bed, for the most part, these days. As I’ve talked about, I’m still reading two series, filled with Succubi from A.J. Markam and Eric Vall. I should probably get to the Eye doc if I want to keep on doing that. Well, The things men do for “adult kicks,” even if it’s written. I’ve offended how many women? However, I’m not one to kiss and tell. Yeah, I hear you laughing because my whole life is based on breaking into the industry. Whether it be Writing, getting guys Watching, I gotta Work.

I’m nearly always LATE to the Day Job. Yet when it comes to the job I want… Hell, in the past three hours, it’s been Cat Morris, Callie Nicole, but blame Mia Rose. Fuck me how I love brunettes.

I should just get up, but “Stroke of Midnight,” “Destroyed,” maybe. Mattress Got Back Will

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Gospel 115 ~Wrong Wills To Write~

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The good news is I’ve been writing indistinguishable crap, and that’s when I’ve been writing at all. Apparently, I’m on some mad quest to remain “Family Friendly,” except on Thursdays. NaNoWriMo is coming up soon, so… Wrongs Wills To Write.

Saturday, October 24, 2020

Gospel 115 ~Wrong Wills To Write~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and no, I’m not dying anytime soon. Aren’t I dead already, considering what time we find ourselves here, 8:45 AM. I was on time at 4:00 AM. I didn’t have the WILL to rise. Dreaming left me so um, well discombobulated.

What was I dreaming about, you ask? You know I can’t tell you that. No comment until Thursday and by that day? The thing is, even in the dream, my mind knew that it was wrong. Geez, 1984, much? How about that movie, Fortress (1992)? Yet again, I can’t say. That brings me to today’s point, which will also have me sounding like a broken record. IMPOSSIBLE, IMMORAL, ILLEGAL! Only I did say nothing is impossible, or at least my Six Impossible Things. Only I’m not writing my book or anything else for real. Of course, my next novel will be typed, and that’s because I want a new T-Shirt. Hell, I’ll have to pay for it anyway. Still, when it comes to NaNoWriMo, I want to imagine that I EARNED it for doing something.

Like most of the things I create, it’s not like I’m eager to see it again. I’m worried I might lose my progress. One more reason I’m late this morning, my visions, my plots, and all my non-edited works. I’m starting to think that’s why I’m staying so um Family-Friendly.
I’m stopped from writing anything at all because, again, none of it is right. As I said yesterday, I would begin reading another A.J. Markam title. Ok, if other authors, artists, are somehow authorized to do it, why can’t I? An African-American man in America? You know how I’ve been saying, I have to stop listening to old white men, especially the two on stage? Even my music is under attack, Ice Cube, 50 Cent, Kanye West. No sign of Indiana Gone, but we’re still friends. Then all the others…

I don’t want to write anything offhand, off-topic, or offensive. No wonder my last conversations have been all over the place. Can’t talk about the songs I like, the books, or reasons for certain movies. Of course, there are plenty of worst things like Trump winning again, coming from M. Anime. What’s one good thing I can write about? Lady Lu, I’m grateful, but everything ties back into the bad. The Wrong Wills To Write.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 113 ~Will’s Bipartisan Bedtime Beliefs~

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What’s a bed for anyway, unless I can cut my phone off because I’m not using it to read books. I have way too many electronics around, and all my religious books are paperbacks, ha-ha. “Will’s Bipartisan Bedtime Beliefs,” but I’m not up praying.

Thursday, October 22, 2020

Gospel 113 ~Will’s Bipartisan Bedtime Beliefs~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I shouldn’t be going to bed alone. If you ever want a goodnight’s sleep, a fapping session is in order, but yeah, that’s off the table or the mattress. I’m 5 days in with NO FAP, which means I spend most nights “up.”

I’m talking “All The Way Up,” Dirty Diana. Why else would I be so late talking to you? It’s 3:36 in the afternoon. I honest to God tried to get to bed at a decent hour. Hell, I can’t honestly tell you what I was edging to last night. Cherry and Mum, M. Anime, Pinterest? Even now, I’m sitting here with a massive case of Blue Balls. At least I’m not asleep. You can thank Succubus Lord 3 by Eric Vall for that. Now that feels good to say. Only while I got you here, I’ll probably be reading A.J. Markham next. Succubus 3 The Good, The Bad, And The Crazy Stupid Hot. I got so into today’s reading; I’m on 99%. Jacob has his own harem of beautiful Succubi to contend with. Ian has one, but they fool around with all sorts of women. Talk about a series that’s right up my alley Diana.

How wouldn’t it impact my writing? Fuck I need to take my mind off of Yabbos for a while. What and get stuck inside my head? NaNoWriMo is right around the corner, and yes, I’m sticking with the fruit. With my new Pinterest, I need to build up inspiration. But I haven’t found Kleenexing Knockers girl yet. If anything, I believe I will be killing more men in this novel anyway, Cherry and Mum’s clients. Will it be another rash of suicides? It’s like I’m killing myself right now, and for what exactly? My Masochism? However, I’ll say God is a sadist and why all the talk about God, you ask? I could be better off reading all the religious texts I’ve collected over the years. I need another story of hot monster women fucking?

I could get fucked come election day when I vote. Unless Melody Parker from Bipartisan Bonage comes knocking at the door. I’m voting for Biden, Harris. I have a hard time looking up, but with Yabbos, I wouldn’t worry about a MAGA hat. I haven’t been on my knees praying.

So Will’s Bipartisan Bedtime Beliefs.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 108 ~HELLo Will Won’t Go~

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Saturday, October 17, 2020

Gospel 108 ~HELLo Will Won’t Go~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which would mean I even have a choice in the matter. As always, seeing how we’re talking so late… 10:15 AM, I chose to sleep in. You don’t even want to know what got me out of bed. Yep “Family-Friendly,” remember?

To be as clear as my head is right now, SIGH. I was up early to read, but I can’t speak of it as I keep saying. The thing is I want to talk about Eric Vall and A.J. Markam. Hell, I even want to talk about my writing. God knows I will when I’m at the Day Job humiliated. Lady Luna, it is by far more acceptable to speak of glorious demon battles. The universal struggle of good vs. evil. I can tell you of a man that wields both the powers of the demonic and the divine. Luther Vandross sang of “the greatest power of them all” however… Every day, as a matter of fact, “Here And Now,” aren’t I living the dream? I’m writing, I have a cup of tea which I’ll get to soon. For the record, my current reading reminds me of W. Anton.

As the world burns all around us outside, in the house, I’m freezing. One more reason, it was hard to get up this morning. I’m fortunate to have My Dæmon, the firstborn, a little “Imp,” to try and keep me warm. Which name do you like? Thank the authors for Imp. Curiouser and Curiouser! You wonder why I’m not turning on the heat. The moment I do, I’ll be burning up, and this cold snap won’t last. I should start checking on the car while I have the time to. I have to go to the Day Job. If only to keep my anger and fear. None of my emotions are useful when it comes to being warm. “Hot N Cold,” am I right? I’m quite eclectic, from Luther Vandross to Katy Perry wow. You know my current theme has been to stop listening to old white guys. What about Eric Vall and A.J. Markam, hmm?

I can’t say I see most of myself wrapped up in the sheets, lying in the sun. The Imp is around here searching for comfy spots. He’ll follow for hot wings, or so I tell myself before resetting the Wi-Fi. Yet, HELLo Will Won’t Go.

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Gospel 106 ~Willy Cleans Up Nice~

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I’ve been talking about being in bed… sleeping, so I should probably get new pillows and speaking of which, I broke yet again on the mere idea of some. I’m still mad at Pinterest, but it wasn’t their fault. Willy Cleans Up Nice, but yeah, dirty mind.

Thursday, October 15, 2020

Gospel 106 ~Willy Cleans Up Nice~

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Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I can afford the best shower ever and a piece of the Kleenex company. I’m also not one to be stylish, despite M. Anime’s name numerology. I did clean up nice for Indiana Gone’s wedding. It’ll be her and hubby’s first anniversary on Monday. Anyway, today isn’t the day for all my other friends, but I still want to see M. Anime’s Yabbos. I’ve missed saying that, Yabbos, Dirty Pillows, and Knockers. I could use a shower now.

Yesterday I was hinting at the fact that I’m looking for that girl, “Kleenexing Knockers… fill in the blank.” She had her own section on one of my Pinterest boards that, of course, got wiped out. Am I still angry about that? Haughty, one might say, along with Hungry and Horny. Well, not so much anymore, dammit. So what broke me this week… Anna Cecilia Fae’s Knockers. Fuck I was doing so well, headed for five days of NO FAP. I’m 90% finished reading Succubus Lord 2. My first Pinterest board has 41 sections too. Yeah, and that’s because I’m looking for some blonde on a bridge, wearing a light purple dress with huge tits. So am I not into Tifa Lockhart anymore. Oh hell yeah, I am. She was in there somewhere before I broke, and now what’s next?

At the moment, my mind is at peace. Besides being handed another bit of responsibility. Did I talk about being the leader of my guild in The Walking Dead: No Man’s Land? One more board I’ll have to rebuild on Pinterest. It’s fantastic, Lydia’s 20. Honestly, I’ve been all about the Bennett Sisters from The Walking Dead: World Beyond lately. While I’m on the subject of sisters, what about the two from When the Streetlights Go On? Incredibly dirty stories, and by that, I mean zombies or murders, my mind. Fortunately, it belongs to me again, but that won’t last. Like Dennis Hof, I’ve said before, I’m immediately looking for the next party when it comes to sex. When it comes to Fapping, yep, I’m disappointed and want a shower and/or food. Yes, our time is drawing to a close Dirty Diana, which means I’ll be back to clean language. How am I doing, hmm?

Until I find Kleenexing Knockers somehow SIGH, it’ll take time, but Willy Cleans Up Nice.

I Will Have No Fear