The question I wanted to ask:
Does it ever stop being special?
Does it ever become mundane and routine?
Does it, once you know what you're doing, become any less sublime?
Sensible replys please.
It's late at night. You and your ladyclam want THAT bacon sandwich so much that it hurts. So you caress the meat into the pan, when you've first taken the time to turn it on (the stove) and get it really hot. Once the juices are truly flowing you toss the meat gently into some baps and then realise after some gentle mastication, that you can't really be bothered, so you decide to make a pancake for yourself instead and knock one out quickly, beating the whisk with furious anger until you're done.
Anyway my point is this: everything is temporal and therefore you always have something that can be enjoyed over and over again; though this does not apply to any episode of the Bill.
> Ladyboys are lovely looking women butt.
He wanted to kiss a man
Ladyboys are lovely looking women but.