Suck my left one.

if someone buys me one of these i will literally pin them down and bone them. i hate the fact im so bored my brain has stopped functioning again, and ive stopped blinking and im concerned my eyes are starting to crust over. if i dont find something to do soon i know i'll end up infront of the mirror squeezing every foible on my face or face down on the floor in a pool of my own body fluids.  good lord please have mercy on my soul and let some freak accident happen which involves a plane crashing into the garden carrying a cargo of indian take away dishes and a rabble of scruffy long haired men with the ability to entertain... is it so wrong that i find the thought of filling my gut with curry  to the point of bursting more sexy than watching a bunch of beautiful men doing some potentially cutting edge entertainment?