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You know, I used to think I liked biting a little. Now I know I'm more of a nibbler and a kisser...I got ravaged by some sort of were-beast about three weeks ago, and when I finally made it to safety the next day around noon, I looked like I'd been in a pillow fight with Andre the Giant, but instead of pillows he had a blender and a weed-eater. From now on, it's going to be like the BoyScouts...you have to earn your biting badge by demonstrating responsibility with softer forms of aggression. And the second a girl intentionally draws blood on me is the second right before I get all Blade on her ass.
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You don't love me, you just love my piggy style
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