Am I a f*** boy? I love women. There’s a few bad apples, no doubt but I love women. They love me once they get to know me to. I like it like that too. I like the flirtations and coming to me for a boost and the caring, women who are not mine throwing me something hot just because. I love them. I like to be free, and at the same time not expecting anything. But at the same time open. in order to stop that, she would need to get a hold of me and say look buster… you are mine… if I catch you with her or her, anyone but me, I’ll break your legs… and if I like her, I might listen. If I don’t, I wouldn’t. Jeez man, I even love the ones who bake stuff. It’s not all about s**. The woman I worked with who would bake goods laced with THC so strong it made me sick. Here’s a brownie, let me know… As if I’m a guinea pig. Sure! Thanks. Eat the whole thing, burns like alcohol going down. I smoked for 4 hours, sick to my stomach. Stoned harder than anything ever. What did you do to me?
