Sporadic Extemporanea Soporific Wombat Sorcery

Author: DeerDairy

I am my own OC. I will keep track of my life. These may be news, or they may be venting. I need somewhere to write the truth of my heart. Probably it won't interest you.

Some of it will be fictional. I'm my own write-in OC.

I'm somewhat troubled...

if by somewhat I mean massively.

https://youtu.be/onXHGZtAT4g

Like, there I was, see? And the gal was like hey babe, come up to the space station with me, nyet? And I was loose, I was groovin for the nice time like any of youse would be, you know?

So I'm up the ladder, sneaking a peek cos she went first and she had this skirt that you know, didn't stop, and then we were in the capsule and tossin back the wodka and a few slurps of borscht and it was chill

it was almost gazpacho, it was like that chill. get me, dig, vamoose, talking turkey momma hey?

And then we had to like sit back and I half choked on a beet it was real fast I was zoomin up and she was across from me all nonchalant like wow and her lipstick was in her hand, she hadn't the time to apply it to any part of her face like the lips would have worked but she was fine you know but that's the thing lipstick's for, any doll could tell you that, it's like so free.