This one time, Martin and I busted into the bathroom of an elementary school. There was this little kid in there, and he gave us the finger, so we TOTALLY toilet bowled the little prick! We were all like "Yeah, bitch! How ya like me now?!?!?!" Then we drove around until we found a soda machine, and used the salt water/squeeze bottle trick to get free sodas and change. We drank grape soda until we wanted to yack. It was awesome.

Martin is one of the only guys I'll send Hello Kitty crap to. Cause, you know...he rocks. Obviously the bow doesn't put him off, he's secure enough in his manhood. He needs to visit, so I can feed him again, or maybe I'll drag my sorry ass to his part of the state. Nahhh....

I long for Martin's laughter, hugs and devil advocate humour.

Martin showed me a photo of his Dad's penis once. He tried to later say it was fake. I'm not buying it.

yeah, well...Martin still just gets it.