drunken ramblings || 10.07.03 at 00:37
As incestual as this sounds, the bloke I met reminded me of an uncle from back home, but damn was he a piece of hot totty! And you know what, given half the chance, drunken state and all, I would've shagged him something wicked. I'll be looking him up when I return from Boston, that much you can be sure of. And he had the physique of a running god, although marathons and ultras are miles apart. Seven years, we've both been here for seven years.