Why is everything that is bad for me feel so good?
I used to be a video game freak, but I've kind of like eased back.
I'm battling with myself and every day it's a war.
My work is like my vacation, so in a way every day is like Saturday.
Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little body up with my belt. Scream, help play my game, dracula man, I'll get my fangs.
There's nothing like trying to spoonfeed Tortellini Carbonara to a blindfolded naked giggling woman.