thursdays aren't my favorite day of the week for nothing

well, maybe for something.
or everything?
nah.

here's the deal.
I have to go to the airport right now,
so i'll write something for your stroking viewing pleasure later.
i'm kidding about the "stroking" part.
mostly.
okay, FINE, i wasn't kidding at all.
and now i'm preoccupied by thoughts of stroking.
stroking long, silky hair,
stroking hard, muscled backs,
stroking smooth skin along the inside of an arm,
stroking....

so.
like i said, i'm gonna make like a bread truck*,
but i'll be back with a "real" post later.
comment me or i'll kick your asses, respectively and collectively--
and naked.

* --and haul buns