DAVID'S PLACE:

Here I am at Dunkin Donuts blogging about my crazed, sad life. You see, just a few days ago l was living the life of luxury one would expect from a boy toy. I was with my older but glamorous sugar mama eating dinner at the fanciest restaurants, getting pedicures, going to plays. The whole nine yards. In return, I spent my time with her, in large part, enjoying our bodies locked together in the same  passion and bliss we have seemingly had forever. Then, it was time to take her back to airport so she could get back to her real other life. I am merely filler as much as she says she loves me which she has proven over and over. However, not enough to throw in the towel on the high life and become a slave to my neediness and neurosis. It was just a few weeks ago that I went off to Arizona with my mamas blessing to pursue an old relationship. Things were all set for me to find a 24/7 mama who I had had a relationship with years before. When the moment ...

 There we were. Two 63 year old adults wrestling around on her sofa like high school kids. Me, trying for weeks to get in her pants. She, holding me off continuously insisting that necking and petting was all we would ever do. But, boy it was hot. Hot kisses, hot touching all over. So hot that she agreed to go in the other room and change into something flimsier and easier for me to get at.  I still all my clothes on as she left the room. The Viagra I had taken earlier, just in case, had completely kicked in and I had a big, hard rod that a 16 year old would envy. She and I had been toying around for 6 weeks with hot kisses but with clothes on.  I decided that I would go all in as I sat waiting for her to return. So, I quickly whipped off my clothes except for my underwear. She came back to see me lying on the sofa with socks and a pair of black underwear which was struggling to hold in my giant dick. He...

What are the Score's listener ratings since the Chicago Bears tragic loss to Green Bay on Sunday? I would like to know the answer. So, Score, with all your savage, vicious, taunting of coach Marc Trestman, Jay Cutler and the entire Bears organization wouldn't you rather the Bears kept losing so your ratings can stay high?. Every Bear loss is more advertising dollars in the pockets of the Score pigs.  The two tomato cans who are the most full of shit are Doug Buffone. Yeah, you Dougie and you   O'Bradobitch. Isn't it nice to get your old nasty rocks off screaming and yelling in idiotic tantrums after each Bear loss. Meanwhile, you bust outs both have shit for brains in the business world, and you would have nothing at all to do if the Bears started winning. You need to be on the attack or who would. listen to a couple of broken down loudmouths ?    I   heard only soft, non-confrontational quest...