Frankie had a busy weekend starting on Thursday. Thursday night Francis was spotted around downtown galavanting with several fine line ladies of a stature way beyond his own. Some how these girls were taking mercy on a man with a terrible stutter, which sits in the shadow of his horrid personality. Either way francis was setting it on fire on thursday night on the dance floor of round midnight, and caught a ride on special transit to a very lucky ladies couch. The night was punctuated with growling and barking noises (obviously the dogs and cats of Francis' sexual youth had managed to rub off on him... so he could rub one off on them.) Friday night Francis made the rounds of some higher social events with a hickey intact. Some how F.P. didn't find himself in too much trouble, but rather shaking his head at the low lifes he calls his best friends. Even the mighty Mr. Carr has nights of doubt of where his monstrously disastrous life is heading. To put it simple Frank could be finding himself in a special part of hell reserved for mongoloids, and abusers of corpses.
Saturday night found francis touting what little talent he has managed to amass. His band the gucci boys put on a show that made every women in the place menstruate simultaneously. This lead francis to rudely proclaim that he could smell every bloody beaver in the place.
At press time Francis had made it to a couch, taken his shoes off, and still manages to sleep with a big shit eating grin on his face.
francis patrick has the most beautiful cock I have ever laid eyes on. One glance and you too will realize he must be the reincarnation of a young Greek God. His physical form, in particular relation to his privates, makes the the stone sculptures of Hermes, Adonis or any other mythologized creatures of beauty pale in comparison.
ReplyDeleteAs the President, Vice President, Secretary and, (fingers crossed-LOL!) treasurer, of Mr. Carr's ever-expanding Fan Club (whose headquarters are located in a picturesque college town in Colorado, (Boulder!), but whose membership extends beyond international bounds and is growing more quickly than anyone can keep up with), I can, in all honesty, say, that I am honored- wait, no, BLESSED - to have witnessed the God-like architecture that is Mr. Carr's perfectly formed member. It is truly a triumph of divinity and pray, ladies, a word of advice, if you see it, you may too lose sleep at night, twisting in your sheets with the damp, writhing turmoil of desire for the one-and-only Francis and his indescribably perfect cock.