…want to do frisky things.
But I can’t.
Well, can’t is not the right word.
I can do anything I want.
But I shouldn’t.
Do, frisky, things.
Well, maybe it is because I am usually naughty, and so being frisky is an extension of that.
Or maybe it is because I have mutilated my good self and so I am in a lot of pain.
Or it could be anything in between.
Anyhow, less frisky is not a good thing for me.
I believe in more frisky.
More is good, less is bad. Hell, more is more.
And frisky is friskily good.
Look, I am not making any sense. My frisky level is at an all time low…