Name: Anonymous 2007-05-22 17:58 ID:guKhBDYm
It was late in the night. I was looking for a good man that I could love, that I could cherish for the rest of my life. I entered an old bar and asked the burly man behind the counter, presumably the bartender, If I could get a Samuel Adams on the rocks. He nodded, received a glass, so brilliant with color and soft to the touch, and as he poured my drink into the glass I wondered many things. How many times must you bang a man to get satisfaction? I nodded, receiving the drink with acception, something beyond human qualities. A certain man caught my eye. He was talking with a buddy, slowly, ever so slowly, so slowly I could not comprehend his greatness...and, possibly, his greatness in bed. I walked over to his table. I grabbed him by the genitals and thrust him out of the bar. I took him to my apartment and we had mad love. Such mad love I could not comprehend the greatness of black coffee on a breezy Sunday morning. As always, things got out of hand, and I expelled my hand from his genitals and left, without a word, without saying goodbye, without that smell of black coffee on a breezy Sunday morning....