excerpt from lewis's upcoming autobiography :
As I lay in bed I felt a hand slowly reach down into my boxers and start to play with my balls and stroke my manhood. It was nice but I wasnt in the mood.
"Not tonight" I whispered. "I'm tired"
"It doesnt work like that in here sunshine" said my cellmate
As I lay in bed I felt a hand slowly reach down into my boxers and start to play with my balls and stroke my manhood. It was nice but I wasnt in the mood.
"Not tonight" I whispered. "I'm tired"
"It doesnt work like that in here sunshine" said my cellmate
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - strawberries in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming - WOO HOO! What a Ride!"