GWiMMRN, Thursday FOCUS Edition

There are times when I have considered deleting this website, as the lack of FOCUSING has become simply too big a problem to ignore. FOCUS on MY MOUTH. FOCUS, you soggy, rotted french fry sandwiches. FOCUS, you polyp-tonguing smegmoids. FO-CUS. It's a two-syllable word. You have your FO. And you have your CUS. FO. CUS. You can do it. Say it with me: I CAN. I CAN. I CAN.

GWiMMRN:

A) Fruit salad with marshmallow fluff, nuts, and a teensy-weensy bit of apricot nectar
B) The nine of clubs
C) The bags under the eyes of the white, tattooed Customer Service Rep, who despite having been an "exotic dancer" in her previous career, has not yet offered to give me a lap dance, let alone a throat-bruising blowjob
D) The Robben Island lighthouse, before it was repurposed as Queen Kong's dildo on a lonely night
E) The adorable little ass hairs near Faye Dunaway's chocolate starfish, artfully woven into tiny cornrows to give that "ribbed" feeling to my ding-dong
F) Normalcy
G) A big, fat cream-filled cock (Long John)