I got to talk with the first Detroit Red Wing to ever score 50 goals in one season the other day. He signed my card of him, which is his first card as a Red Wing (he had previously been a member of the Montreal Canadiens with who he won 2 Stanley Cup Championships) and told me and the fellow fans who waited around after the charity hockey game that he PLAYED IN (old school style, no helmet, visor or face mask!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) that he wasn’t going to the after party at Duggan’s Irish Pub on Woodward because he had a 10 month old puppy at home that he wanted to let out of the cage.
yeah yeah not much just taking some time off work to really focus on my hobbies (scrolling through tumblr while squeezing my thighs together as i get wetter, feeling my tdick twitch against the soaked through fabric of my boxer briefs, squirming around in bed as i read all your posts, craving to be rubbed and sucked soooooo so fucking bad but not even touching myself about it bc being so riled up and horny and desperate and needy feels sooooooooo so fucking good fuck)