mehahahaha

and now the vengeance of my pen of virtue runs rampant like syphylis in a bordello of ill repute. prague has been like a surrogate lady of the night to me in the best of ways, yet I still find reason to bitch. Although I've been told that I drop of the proverbial "gaydar", lo and behold a man of musky odor and cocky stride got a little too "cock(y)" with a certain bojangly strumpet. The night was young and so was I when to my heart's dismay a young drunken fool of British (aren't they always) persuasion tried to persuade (mehaha) this young protagonist that he was going to take me "there". neilly boo replied "where". This bold brit answered "You don't know man, you can't comprehend, man. I"ll take you there" Then he proceeded to grope me with the rough british touch, so prevalent in her majesty's land of deceit. Then it struck me!! This bloke had the dirtiest of intentions. O woeful day!!! Well, when god closes a door he leaves a window open and i jumped through that motherfucker like a young o.j simpson jumping over his hurdle while running from the police in his bronco. And like OJ, my sentence was one of innocence, I escaped before niles snittlebottometh the III could stick his strumpet into my proverbial tea. mehahahahha. neilly-1 brit weird guy- 0 unless groping me and passing out in a pile of cold, putrid vomit counts as a point. and by grope I mean try to grope, but fail miserably. mehahahhaha