I was commenting to your post about sucking him off and the size of his balls, you stupid sod. And a pervert.
Learn English.
I'm repeating a Morrissey lyric. Some fan you are.
Um...not really. There are explosive kegs between my legs...
I was paraphrasing above, I shouldn't have quoted. Same shit though, except the actual quote leaves it open to interpretation: he could be referring to his own balls or to the other person's balls which are... between his legs as he is getting f***ed.
But I will get called a pervert by some Anon for talking about this even though Morrissey wrote it.
I'm not sure if the person thinks it's perverted because it refers to homosexual sex or whether they are very uncomfortable with the alien realm of sex in general.
I was paraphrasing above, I shouldn't have quoted. Same shit though, except the actual quote leaves it open to interpretation: he could be referring to his own balls or to the other person's balls which are... between his legs as he is getting f***ed.
But I will get called a pervert by some Anon for talking about this even though Morrissey wrote it.
I'm not sure if the person thinks it's perverted because it refers to homosexual sex or whether they are very uncomfortable with the alien realm of sex in general.
It could be your aggressive and vulgar language (and I'm not referring to the post where you were paraphrasing Moz). It might be cool or "rad" when you're 15, but other than that it just sounds vulgar. Or it might be that they're not comfortable dissecting someone else's private life in that manner.
For some reason I find it easy to imagine Morrissey sucking Jesse off. I would bet that that, rather, has happened, allegedly.
This, for example.
Someone else already brought that up first of all. Second, if that's "aggressive" (not seeing it) I'm baffled. If that's vulgar, well, fine. But you are Victorian-quaint (also fine).
So I was there last night at dinner, things started mellow, as mellow as they can when one sees Morrissey dining under the photo of Morrissey, really am album cover piece of art. What turned from a nice mellow evening, soon gave way to shots and champagne. Things started to heat up and Morrissey needed to take off his shirt; and his boots; and his socks. From there he was granted a foot massage by to doting whomevers. In the end, he was slumped over, trashed and with a table full of "friends". They threw his arms around them, eventually carried him out, and that was that. I hope somebody didn't jack his watch.
That would be the funniest thing ever if it was true. It's not tho.That was very funny. Still laughing.