music and movados

I got this clever tasty title from what i am not listening to, and ofcourse my prized possesson of a movado, which has been worn and torn from police chases, showering with it still on, and ofcourse, dubell curling with it stillon so wrist sweat mangaes to seap through the backside.
WIth this descripton already disgusting you, I proceed to move on to more and more things which disgust me or might leave me disgusted with myself.

Ready...??

DO you know what it may be...??
hmmm....

WOmEn!!!!

for this i do not have much luck and I am quite grateful I do havbe luck but is very distant luck...skill or whatever you wish to call it..

one thing i know is that I should be focusing more on myself than that....but during spurts of lets call it...wait better yet...during sudden outbreaking episodes of hornimania (a 45 minute lusting, conquer and destroy mission where one is sexually atttracted to anything with 2 legs to achieve climax of ejacualtion)
I lose all sense of ocurrence value and end up doing things i don't wish to do...thank gosh for the life of a rockstar who lives with his parents
I really don't do anythign....

you might be assuming oh wow..backstage events??/ the green room??? VIP dressing room???

not really...but im just expressing whats gogin on inside that coudl eventually be outside and defintely not kosher living...'


remember...

if you are staring at her hamstrings...chances are you are not up to a "KOSHA DILL"

hahaha....i repeat once more to remind myself...

if you are staring at her HAMSTRINGS...chances are you are not
up to some "KOSHA DILLZ."


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