I think it was a little more damaging for him, because as he said, this is the one and only time you will ever end up thrown between my legs, so make the most of it, and due to my constant insistance, to forget, I will never remember that one and only time. Banging my head on his appendage only confirmed its power around those who either wish, hope, beg, plead, offer money or even refuse its legendary status, as another rumour started by those who fell by the way side and dug the knife in once more. That Southamptonian trait, Jay has the pleasure of putting up with a little longer!
This is the sister of someone, who I can't remember too well, although, apart from Amanda's natural flowing blonde hair, ripped from the skull of another, they are the spit of each other. Amanda isn't half as glamorous. I got that feeling her affections lie in another sexuality, that of a Lesbian nature, I accept her failings, but can never understand the Lesbian side of life!
I am unable to mention her sisters name, since everyone I know suffers with paranoia and self delusion, believing they are that person. How full of yourselves can you be. I am fully aware of her and who she bloody is, so before trying to dig the knife in further, please do believe, you need professional help, My suggestion is stab yourself and save us all the bother.
Anyway they have been trying to find her, since my last paperweight was sold for a packet of baccy and those awful liquorice rizla papers, that she used, to make herself feel a bit more posh. We knew she had issues, so quietly smiled as if to agree.
Her sister, had also suffered as a child at the hands of she who shall remain anonymous. for daring to be normal and not have a knife fixation, kill little rabbits and watch all Gods creatures suffer from torture.
Her talents lie in self preservation, avoiding the truth and that weird skill she had to put you under her spell. I actually quite liked her, until things became just too weird for me, after all I have plenty of unusual abilities my self, who am I to judge.
Right got too clean Jay Greaves bedroom, it looks like a knocking shop in there, he looses everything under a mound of expensive underwear and I am fed up with having to finger my way though, to get to something else he has lost, whilst lost in lust!
Happy Christmas Eve to only good people. Bad people are the makers of their own rotten destiny's