Every since Mary Jane left the female action has been scarce. Well a little scarce. I still have the Argentinian hottie that I mess around with occasionally. Other than her, nothing.
I just got back from New Orleans Friday and had a blast. I spent eight days in the city eating, drinking and meeting people. I was also in a Krewe parade. The asked,"Hey Pope, can you be our grand marshal?" But I declined. If they knew I was on a float they'd riot just to be near me. So I said just put me in a regular costume and I'll throw beads like everyone else.
So I got to be in a parade, throw beads and have fun.
All good times must come to an end. Friday some friends invited me out. I didn't go since I was worn out from my trip. Saturday I was feeling it if you know what I mean. And if you don't...I was fucking horny. I started at the top of my booty call list and go throw five calls...no luck. A big donut, zilch, nada, nothing. I think even my right hand turned me down.
Now I'm no longer horny. I'm frustrated. Isn't that something?
Rebecca is still missing in action. I have no idea why she decided to cut me out of her life completely. Other than she has a man in her life and for whatever reason she feels she can't include me in her life anymore. Whatever. I'm always here if she wants to find me.
Violet is back. Not much to her story yet. We made contact through Facebook. Again, whatever. But then again I'm horny so she might be my next lay.
I need to post more often.
Goodnight,
Your Ever Horny Pope
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
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