Dear Scotland,
The past few days I have been indulging in my own private Scottish Fest. I have been blissfully enjoying the beautiful men you have given to the world. I first would like to thank you for this gift. Now that my gratitude is offered, I must also scream curses of unfulfilled sexual desire. If I cannot afford to grace your bonny shores, where do I find a Scottish brute to love?
Due to the fact that I believe I am in heat and my defective biological clock is about to explode with frustration, I am in a worse state of manlust for Scotsmen than ususal. Could you please find it in your heart to share your testosterone-laden bounty with me. I am only asking for an hour or two at a time. Unless of course, this mythical soulmate entity exists and he is Scottish. Then I will enjoy the bounty of Loch McSexyarse for a lifetime(ish). If this isn't possible, quit making such delicious man-meat.
I have an unsated appetite for all things Scotland. Please throw me a bone(r). Or two.
Propetually Lustful,
Little Miss Fuzzy Lizzard
Scottish Fest at the Lizzard Lounge has included the following faces:
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