he hands you a piece of ice cream cake that has been in the freezer for months, and you find that you are not at all pleased
then he unzips his pants….and just slaps his dick on the cake. “ace of cakes” plays on the tv in the backround.
“IM GOING TO BED!” you scream at him, throwing your things down on the floor. You will leave them there. HE can pick them up. You work so fucking hard and this is what you get … “MAYBE I WOULD LOVE YOU MORE IF YOU STOPPED DRINKING!” He says. You spin around on your heel and look him right in the eye. “I will NEVER,” you say, breathing heaving and course, “stop drinking.”
“what a horrible martin luther king day” says Benedict as he puts the cake back in the freezer and zips up his front. he goes out onto the porch and looks up at the moon as a cool summer breeze hits his face. this is the night when he became a gay wizard