so, there is this mad scotsman-freckles and flames and all, who talks to me like the moon shines out of my eyes.
mistake, though.
because im into the stereotypical, cliched, 'bad boys'
the ones who fuck you over and dont reply
think you dont really exist unless they want something.
until i heard about Abe.
ASP World Tour chaplain anyone?
read STAB and you'll see wat im talkin bout ladies.
nothin like clean, Godly pure meat.
adios senioures, gaas.