dear you know what would suck diary,
i just realized it would definitely suck to read the diary of the bitch who loved my man. it's one thing to know my man has a big dick or a little dick or if he fucks good or if he can eat some pussy like who done it, but to love that mother fucker in his soul, oh fuck all that. everybody knows the unibomber can fuck all day long. he shoulda been a porn star and i have told that man that since the day i met him. he fucks like a machine. if you want a piece of ass all you gotta do is tap that bitch on his shoulder about three times and he'll take his pants off and by the time you get your shorts off- he is ready. it's all right there where you need it and don't expect no fancy shit- steak and potatoes- every time. that's all that's on the menu though. iffin you want to cuddle or kiss, neck or talk or make wishes or walk or hold hands or laugh or play or roll around, jump up and down, chase each other around, admire the lips or lick someones hips- you may want to read a different diary then.
