Monday Bear

So Matthew came over this weekend for my graduation and everything was going just fab until I left him for rehersal alone at my house. I came home earlier than I told him to surprize him, when I found him with another girl in MY bed. I ran out of the room crying.
The week started off fine. He took me on a nice little picnic in the park and we found the cutest baby bird! We played in the playgound watching these little black girls play and talked about how we want kids later. Oh! I saw the biggest fing lizard ever! Matt tried to catch him, but he ran up a tree.
Then we went to Jackson to have sushi, and it was fun, but I noticed that Matthew wasn’t being his normal self. I asked him about it and he said it was nothing… but it was something.

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So inconclusion, I found Holly with Matthew. She was “on it” when I walked in the room.

So I didn’t mention the cock enough. The cock is my rock. I love my rocky cocky Matt poo poo bear. Do me hard. Please, oh cock, oh singing cock. Sing sing.

My dog is a bitch. Actually, it’s a boy. But it’s a bitch. Amen.

So Steve wants to marry a cat. Holly isn’t upset by this; she’s just glad he’s not gay.

I gave Matt pics of my jiney. (Is that how you spell short hand of VA-G-HINA?)

So he loved them. He loves condoms. In fact, he’s making a store just of condoms. Flavored, yummy ones. Brownie is the first tastey condom. If you need one, let me know. Ben & Jerry’s will be out of business by the time Matt gets down flavoring these condoms.

I don’t understand how Holly can be so hot all the time. She’s just so cute. I love her. I don’t talk about her nearly enough on my my blogs. I admire her and her versatility. She used to play in the Olympics. She was an ice skater.

So Steve was snorting the wrong pickle. He loves that. So does Matt. Does Matt wear a hat? Sometimes.

So I love my boobs. I have great boobs. My ass is pretty great, too. I love the way they wiggle and jiggle. I think they may be Irish with all their jigging.

Matt looks like an Irish stoner. Maybe this is why my boobs and he get along. I love him. He’s beautiful.

So in conclusion, Mr. Moore died. And Olympia burned to the ground. And company bait is luring my guests. Damn it. Mr. Moore died. I love the cock. Have a good day.