Lying next to her supple form, I then envisioned--like the ship of Achaean Odysseus slipping between the twin horrors of Scylla and Charybdis--Brock Lesnar's dick-knife slipped between the twin horrors of his pectorals.
Thanks a bunch, Brock Lesnar.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Pillow Talk
In bed last night, having been confronted with the distasteful chore of an early morning, a Brock-Lesnar-ian "Who cares?!" issued forth from my lovely lady-friend's lips.
Lying next to her supple form, I then envisioned--like the ship of Achaean Odysseus slipping between the twin horrors of Scylla and Charybdis--Brock Lesnar's dick-knife slipped between the twin horrors of his pectorals.
Thanks a bunch, Brock Lesnar.
Lying next to her supple form, I then envisioned--like the ship of Achaean Odysseus slipping between the twin horrors of Scylla and Charybdis--Brock Lesnar's dick-knife slipped between the twin horrors of his pectorals.
Thanks a bunch, Brock Lesnar.
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