This is a treat, my loves.

Siddy has broken her 6 month vow of abstaining.

From sex? No, you lambs. We covered that in my last post. Get with it, fuckers. I get laid loads.

I’m off of the wagon. I am no longer refraining from my beloved drink. Guinness! Heineken! Who let the Sid out? On second thought, answer that question and I will beat you with my cock. Okay?

So. I suppose this ought to be about something.
Right then.

What do you do when a very authoritative (did I just make up a word? Hell if I know) figure in your life goes against you in all shape and form? They insist on your following their orders and beliefs, for they know what’s best for you.

The bell tolls for those who know what is in my heart.

Beats the shit out of me.

I’m forming coherent thought right now. At leat Buck thinks I am. Let’s lie to please the masses, shall we?

You know, I’ve been cock-blocked from “fun” for quite some time. I’ve only been to one concert in the past 6 months. I was dragged to a rave once, but that doesn’t count, ‘cos all I did was taunt drug-addled ravers by claiming to be an alien, ready to abduct them and take them on a tour of the Cosmos. I had a fucking congo line of them, all awaiting to meet their Maker.

They are my bitches. Each and every one.

Of course, posting here does count as fun. However, I don’t quite see the point of getting all dressy and messy and applying makeup for you lot. A camgrrl I am not! Ha! I will not fellate any Heineken bottles for you. I refuse.

I hope you’re all having a pleasant monday/tuesday. I certainly am.

You’re all gagging for a shagging. Bless you all.

Have a good one,