Excerpt from the memoirs of Stan R. It was Thursday and my wife had gone off to yoga class and laid our daughter in our bed with me as she did every week because she didn’t like her being alone in her crib.”
There was something just not right about the relationship between my father and I. Porn I also never seem to be able to get completely clean and scrub myself in the shower as if there is a sticky substance on my face and legs that won’t ever come off. After dousing my mother with health questions I confirmed her yoga schedule many years ago and came to the realization that I am not now, nor have I ever been, in the need for a psychiatrist to tell me I must take Prozac. Excerpt from memoirs(page 179, final entry):
Men are pigs. It’s always after a night of clubbing and heavy
