Roy Orbison
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In cling-film:
- lofielectronic0
Wow!
You think you've seen it all on the internet and then...
- Rand0
magnificent
- JazX0
You Got It, You Got it
- cruz_azul0
what !! I dont get it , Im not cool
- Jaline0
you wished me well
You couldn’t tell that
I’ve been crying over you,
Crying over you and you said so long
Left me standing all alone,
Alone and crying, crying, crying, crying
It’s hard to understand
- version30
viva la reynold's wrap
- jaymac440
'Soon Roy Orbison stands before me, completely wrapped in cling-film. The pleasure is unexampled.'
You make me cry!
- jaymac440
I could see her from the bar, her hair shone in the lights. It was a magical night. I asked the bartender for a ‘screaming Viking’s and got a scotch-neat. Some Latin number was playing on the sound system, but weren’t they all in those days. Her hair was cut just above her chin and she danced like a lion. She would run her fingers through her hair and scream to the music. I went right over to her and licked her face, she punched me in the nuts. She then clenched my ass cheeks close to her and used me like a strip club pole. I could feel my nuts in my throat along with the scotch. She said her name was Judas and I slapped her across the face, she shoved her tongue down my throat, and then the lights went out. When I came to my torso was strapped to the top of a table and my ankles were tied to their legs. I could hear her shouting football calls from behind me. I looked in the mirror and saw that she was behind me naked on a gurney. In her hands were out-stretched bungee cords and her ankles were anchored to a railing. On her head was a football helmet and a giant dildo glued to the top. I realized that she was a giant dildo torpedo heading straight for my ass! At this point the bartender asks me ‘what the fuck a ‘screaming Viking’s is’ and I realize I gotta stop taking Prozac, it’s really fucking up my day dreams.
- Rand0
My brother is telling me how to recognize Roy Orbison when he returns: by his voice. He may look different. But his voice will be the same. My brother stops talking and fixes his eyes on the horizon--a look of reverence and panic. I turn and see Roy Orbison. He stands in a field, mowed around the edges, with high weeds in the center. He wears clothing of a loose, natural material. His message is simple and easy to remember: "the best of all worlds awaits you soon."