I think there's something wrong with me.

I almost asked George if he wanted to go to dinner instead of fuck.

I watched him sleep the other night. Which in and of itself is not a big deal, right? Except that.. I felt something stirring and no, it wasn't my cock.

I'm not sure if I should be more worried that something stirred at all or if I didn't want it to stop stirring.

*marches into George's room*

*strips naked*

*prepares myself and waits for him to come home*

It's always good luck when you find a man willing to fuck you silly.

It's better luck when he wants you to fuck him silly afterwards.

*smirks at George*

You go out looking for a bone and you come back with a side of meat. Demon meat in this case. And damn is it good. Especially when 'its' name is George Eads.

*climbs up on top of the walls surrounding hell*

*makes sure that little slut Jaime is no where to be found*

*cues the music*

*starts stripping*

I'm going to open up a string of strip clubs. On Earth and hell. I think I'll call them...

Uranus.

What do you guys think?

I have decided after my debut at the gates of Hell last week that I am going to be a stripper.

Yes.

A stripper.

*cues the music*

*jumps on top of a table*

*starts doing his striptease*

*looks around*

*sees no one*

*goes up to the gates of Hell and starts doing a strip tease*

*wanders around hell, bored out of my mind*