Context here and apologies to the ex-girlfriend who's non-spa words I publish without credit.
Two of a kind, the first of which has been on my mind, what with the whole wanting to fuck then abandon Obama thing:
And the second of which reminds that it is Christopher Walken's Duane that I really want to be when I grow up:
On these wet and windy, high speed nights as Purple Danger tickles fifth, those on-coming headlights become ever more appealing.
Update: Turns out it wasn't an ex-girlfriend that wrote that shit on the Harry card, it was Common Law. Is my face red. Am I cold now, sleeping on the couch.