It wasn't that I was trying to prove a point, it was just that I couldn't come up with anything good lately. This is a reflection of what would happen if Mike ever tried to seriously explain his concerns for our immigration situation. As everyone knows, it all comes down to dinosaurs in the end. Chris, the composer of 'The Rape Song', a ditty that he wrote my friend Andy back when he found out that Andy's girlfriend was raped once (I'm not making this up), conveyed to me his displeasure at my rudeness for putting my last strip out there. He was very displeased at the discomfort that it caused to a close friend of his, of whom he still kisses the ass of. I don't know what it is about those boys that makes them subjugated to every female that has ever touched them in thier no-no places. Then again who am I to talk? I replace nookie addiction with pure unadulterated rage. That's why I weep every time I have an orgasm... but perhaps I've said to much...
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