Some straight-edge kid named Clay, when he was in Montreal a couple of weeks ago. Apparently he's a MOC user?
HE PULLED OUT.
That's all I have to say about that.
He pulled out before I even fully wrapped my lips around that fucking yankee cock.
It was a performance art piece executed on Rue de St. Joseph in -25 weather. Or so it seemed. I was drunk.
Yes, I was at the show last Friday at the Grey Room. ALLAN as in Allan "Porsche-Driving Cokehead Disguised As Anti-Authoritarian Punker" Grahan? Zeut-alors!
He is a real peach. Keep him in a cool place and don't bruise him up...
This Bostonian kid, Clay; his deal is that he brings up Boston college kids (who are under the age of 21 or whatever age you have to be to drink in Ye Olde Salem or whatever) on "tours" to Montreal, where they stay in hotel rooms, absorb the local culture through a shot glass and some sleazy Quebecois one-night stand and return, satisfied.
Calvin,
I never knew that, until now. It seems that either this policy isn't entirely binding (hence your response here), or that this is, in fact, not a weird sex thread.
I go for the latter, rather than the former.
Regards,
Jay
P.S. How are things?