the rain in spain falls nowhere near my pain
but first: the nice guys were supposed to go to spain with mrs. nice guy's dutch family for 10 days. that trip has been canceled because mrs. nice guy can't be more than three feet from a toilet at any given moment.
mr. nice guy is learning the hard way why the french call orgasms "petit morts." the one i had about two months ago will surely end up being my actual death. may it come swiftly.