Show phone numberI've gone through life KNOWING that one day when I was old enough I could AND WOULD attack this urge head on. This insatiable need for juicy sausage of all kinds. All day all I do is dream of the taste and feel of all that sausage in my face, all over my cheeks, slapping me across the mouth, catching it with my lips and nibbling the tip. This one time a girlfriend of mine tried to dip out with my sausage and I nearly killed her. Word. If you can provide such a delicious treat to me tonight, don't hesitate to call. I'm STARVING for a meal and will gobble like it's fucking thanksgiving.

domt waste my f'in time, if you don’t know if you want to book or not, don’t bother texting forever.