I just need to spray his shit down with some Raid, pour some bleach powder on that cracksore, duct tape a dental dam over it, form a prayer circle around him and then go to fucking town! Yes, I'd still rub my no-no parts all over Dreamboat Doherty's nuclear war zone face. I'd gaze into his beautiful crack eyes and lick his fresh-out-of-the-butt corn teeth. I am not ashamed to admit it even if it lands me on the CDC's "one to watch" list.
Here's Dreamy going to some gig in Camden last night. He takes his laptop everywhere, because it reminds him of me. No, he's probably taking it to his dealer to see how many grams he can get for it.