Speaking of anal...about 3 months ago my bf and I went out with another couple and he really let his hair down. Had a lot to drink. He doesn't remeber doing anal that night. He hasn't tried it since but the subject came up last week. I had to tell him it happened.
I have been giving him a hard time saying its now his turn to receive and to watch his poop chute in his sleep.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?