Happy Days

Tom’s mum called at 7am to say that Tom had been taken to hospital in a critical condition and was now in Intensive Care in a very serious situation.

SMS. 8.52. (Tom) I’m thinking of you – Chris

Bloody hell! He got an infection or a temperature, or something?

I so wanted to resign today. Same shit, different year. All the same incompetence’s. And then it could be all over, just like that. Am I beating my head against the same wall?

It’s too much.

Actually, it is too much.

Tim and Nicholas are fighting. Nicholas is stoned and asleep on the couch. Tim goes to bed.

Nicholas is lying there with the best bulge in his pants. He's suppose to have a cock as big as a coke can, literally. It certainly looks like it when he is slumped down in the couch, out to it. It's this big lump between his thighs. You should see him in track suit pants. One night, he was lying out on the couch out to it and he must have been having some happy thoughts. You could see his nob and the veins in his shaft, right through his track suit pants, he was so hard. It was obscene and so sexy perving on your housemate, like that.

But tonight, I’ll give it to Tim, he was persistent. He kept coming out and waking Nicholas up until he, finally, looked up bozz-eyed, staggered to his feet and stumbled off to bed.

Oh, happy days.