Funny you should say that, Dare...

Last night...got mine from a punk chick. Made it home at the end of the night and had a hard time laying on my back cuz it bled. My shoulders just about killed me today to put on a shirt...they're still purple from mid-neck to shoulder. "Oh, yes...there [was] blood." Why do you REALLY think I couldn't make it last night?

Couple nights ago, I was with another chick who is a good ****-buddy of mine. That's about as often as I can keep up with.

Another chick from out in Washington is trying to get a flight into atlanta for a little bit of fun...and I don't mean playing in a sand box, eating watermelons or chicken, either.

In addition, a car-chick of mine that used to be a good ****-buddy asked if one night we could curl up and cuddle up. I asked her, in a joking state, if it would include clothes or not (honestly...not meaning anything by it) and she said that no, actually, it needs to be just us....cuz she doesn't like to sleep with clothes on...

Finally, an OLD **** buddy of mine recently came around and said she's tired of behaving.

So...before you come around my grounds lookin' to get your tip wet with your one girl...you'd best learn how to keep up with the game before callin' out the big dog...

So here's to you, dare...

I mean...good christ, you couldn't even make it to a friggin' race...