I am afraid of the dark. As a vampire this causes some issues for me regarding work-life balance. Any ideas? Shit,I’ve lost my torch
Vlad, I once shot a camp vamp romp in Voslovovitrichbitchstitchvitch. Early 90′s. Wonderful part of the world. The rolling mountains like a fair maidens heaving bosoms. Except with goats on them.
The women were very hairy and manly. May well have been a man now I think about it. The alleyway was dark, the local brew strong. As she tenderly growled she picked me up and threw me over her shoulder assuring me that Igor was a girl’s name in that part of the world. And who was I to argue. Especially with two broken ribs