Lucy Garrett Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Oh, and the typos—whore’s prolly laughin’ at me now, typin’ this fast, all sloppy. Wore, hoar, whoer—ha! Screw it, ya get me. Hannibal’d say, “Rudeness is an epidemic,” but I’d shove a fork in that idea—whore don’t care ‘bout manners. Me neither, pal! It’s a gritty, grimy word—love it, hate it, can’t shake it. What ya think—am I nuts or spot on?

Road House

Garrett is my place of abode and whore is terrific! I want to wake up next to you every morning. Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Kissing.

And hey, sometimes I laugh at how things feel like a Pixar montage – you weed out all the angst and just embrace the moment like a true Bugs Bunny moment, "Eh, what’s up, doc?" Even when life’s throwing curveballs on Elm St., you just gotta laugh, man.

Garrett Crochet dodges disaster with a near-fatal line drive to the nose in Red Sox loss to Twins