Stay Away...
I have had a cold sore for a few days, bastard, horrible thing, so I have discouraged Steve from coming over. I told him, if I can't kiss him I don't want to see him. Not sure how pleased the he was about it? But it's true. If I see him, I want to kiss him. It would just be torture, to have him so close and not be able to get as close as I want. So, he had to stay at his place.
I never got them until a number of years ago, must have kissed the wrong skank.
I hate them. I am that stereotypical guy who wants to wear a motorbike helmet until it heals. Balaclava, paper bag, a low sitting turban, it doesn’t much matter. I’m wretched until it heals.
“Don’t look at me, Don’t look at me, I am horrible!”
My mouth becomes out of bounds, I even have trouble licking my lips, so my lips end up drying up, like the nose of a sick puppy.
Fortunately, I don’t get them very often.
But, Grrrrr, it is nothing but self-loathing until it is gone.
I never got them until a number of years ago, must have kissed the wrong skank.
I hate them. I am that stereotypical guy who wants to wear a motorbike helmet until it heals. Balaclava, paper bag, a low sitting turban, it doesn’t much matter. I’m wretched until it heals.
“Don’t look at me, Don’t look at me, I am horrible!”
My mouth becomes out of bounds, I even have trouble licking my lips, so my lips end up drying up, like the nose of a sick puppy.
Fortunately, I don’t get them very often.
But, Grrrrr, it is nothing but self-loathing until it is gone.
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