With a bit of gentle persuasion Tom told me about an orgy he’d attended regularly during his years as a compulsive haver of sex. He described it as exclusive, elaborate, and in a turn of phrase I know will haunt me for the rest of my days, totally ball draining.
Is it like, “Brainy, Bird-like, Wife material”?
The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted.
You sat in this cold, dank room for several hours and you have spoken to a couple of assholes! (x)
Hannibal 2.06 Futamono