It exists. You know you don't have to do it. But he gave you liquor, drugs, meat, and money, and it seemed well, rude to not say yes. Oh blah blah blah sexual freedom, blah blah blah monogamy, blah blah blah you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. And that's all valid. Whatevs. Years have gone by. Cats have gone by. Chemicals have been ingested and videos have been made. There's been love, maybe, of one kind or another, hovering about between all sorts of people. Time passes. And things happen. And you just... you just owe him that fuck. So he'll get his fuck. He'll get it good.

He won't get butt, though.

Happy Birthday, Little Girl.

You really do fucking suck, you fucking know that, right? I mean, c'mon... you've been at this game for decades, pretending to be the happening place where opportunity abounds. Like, right. Fuck you. Fuck you and the dildo you rode in on. Thank you.