Whitney dead Shovelhead! Cause she hate herself like DEBIL do too.<quoted text>Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all...ask Whitney.
SO NOW IT BOUT TIME YOU LEARN DEBIL THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALL.
I don't often do this but this one time it seemed like the only thing to do. I let myself in the front, walked upstairs, and knocked at Leo's door. Then I unzipped my fly and let my cock slide out like a foraging Anaconda. It was obscene, even to me, but I needed to do this, needed her to see the effect she had on me unencumbered by reason or restraint.
What I hadn't counted on was her husband being home and when he opened the door he literally snarled at me and reached down for a baseball bat he kept next to the the door. What he hadn't counted on was having to switch the baby to the other arm to grab the bat. Life is a series of misfortunes wrapped up in a cheap Chinese towel.
By the time he got the baby switched and the bat picked up, I'd already sheathed Moby, took the baby out of his arms, and assumed a serene pose on the doorstop showing a toothy grin. He regarded me and the baby for a moment not knowing what to do, then he put the bat down, made a grab at the baby and right after that Leo hit him on the back of the head with a milkglass lamp she'd inherited from her Aunt Sally. He went down like the Lusitania.
"I really wish you'd learn to call first," she said with some exasperation, holding the now-curious baby.
"I'm sorry, I had something I wanted to show you and I forgot you was married."
"Oh, Debil, I've seen that thing a thousand times, maybe you could find some other way to get my attention?"
"It worked the last thousand times, didn't it? What's the matter, Baby, you stop drinkin' Maxwell House?"