The Bloody Doors Off

Hello.

Been a couple of days.

Since.

That reveal.

I was spent.

Like. A fifty-four year-old had sex and …

Cums.

(We’re all adults here. Oh gods, are we all adults here?)

My point.

You got one loaded in the chamber and the hammer struck the shell casing.

Massive explosion.

But there’s no more bullets.

At least for a couple of hours.

Yes. I just equated my break from the blog by putting the image of me having sex in your brains.

Buckle up, motherfuckers.

The bitch is back.