That title up there’s not quite right, but he don’t sing this kind of song.
Folks, there’s no easy way to say this.
Since I look at some of you as family, others as friends and most with a watchful eye, it’s hard for me to type these words.
But they need to be typed.
I think I have poison ivy on my cock.
Sorry. Did you puke?
Here’s the story. Remember my eye from yesterday’s entry? Go look…
Well, I also have some sort of rash on my left ring finger…right where the band sits. I’m currently ring-less because the shit is seeping out the underside of the ring. I guess whatever got in my eye got on my hands. And, when I pulled the Raleigh White Snake out to pee, or whack off, or expose myself to the neighbors, I got a little allergen on it.
Red, itchy weenie.
Now, you’re thinking “NoGoodDaddy, that’s what you get for messing around with hookers”. To that I say “Don’t talk about JewelrySlut like that. She’s a high priced call girl, thank you”
Anyway…my dick itches a lot.
Anyone wanna come (hehhehheh…come) over and help scratch it for me?
Well, enjoy the visual and certainly enjoy scraping puke off your computer.