Yes, that was a great day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The surroundings were beautiful, with the snow-capped mountains in the distance and the river gently running past us. We dined upon strawberries and sipped Champaign while I recited my favourite poems and entertained with humorous anecdotes. You shared your fantasies with me and spoke of your ambitions; yes, that was a perfect day. Until we realised neither of us had any condoms so I used an empty Snickers wrapper and did you on the hood of a Lada under the bypass. The only bad moment was when you got uncomfortable with the hobos watching us and jacking themselves off.
That would involve (a dick) effort and Photoshop and I don't have any one of those things. Besides, they don't want me in the picture. The picture was about them and their talents.
