Morbid curiosity is not always a good thing, because it drove me to click on that pdf link. It all began with a large photo of "Mystery" dressed like a reject from
Pirates of the Caribbean as adapted for an inpatient psych ward musical that the patients had all refused to participate in, which really should have warned me. However, as with that big wreck involving a truck full of country hams that bounced all over Briley Parkway, I could not look away.
Making some new friends in Chicago . . . (images of "Mystery" sucking face with two girls who have apparently been shot up with animal tranquilizers)
I may need to enter a Dominican convent now. Or perhaps no number of
Salve Reginas could ever get this out of my mind again.
It contains my entire method for physical escalation... from that first touch... to kiss... all the way to the bedroom, in excruciating (and perhaps yet again offensive!) detail.
Because the details include the mental picture of "Mystery" being involved, the level of offensiveness would likely make a toxic sludge collision in a sewage plant look good.
[Yes, The Game didn't tell you *HALF* of the crazy techniques we unleashed on unsuspecting L.A. girls in those days.
Where are the LAPD with their tasers when you
really need them???
You may not know, but I've even received offers of up to $10,000 for one-night, in-field intensive training.
(*snip*)
Lovedrop's exclusive "Free Gay Lunch" story, and how you can add to the vibe of the set.
Something tells me that this may cause well-adjusted gay men to run screaming for the closet all over America.
After all there are only 78 copies of Revelation left - I don't have to worry about 78 of you being pissed off about a name!
So with any luck, only 78 hapless nerdboys have now been scarred for life.
