why would i do that? i’d rather slam my dick into a desk drawer. you don’t even ask me, you just assume i’m doin it. go fuck yourself. and wear a condom ‘cause i wouldn’t want you to catch your own herpes. kthanksbaii :)
I hate when i’m up late and all there is on tv are infomercials about erectile dysfunction, savin’ dogs, feedin’ african babies, and fancy blenders and juicers. when all i really want is to see some cartoons or some music videos. and then i end up callin’ them numbers just to see WTF is up with that erection medicine, or seein’ about gettin’ some free knives with my magic bullet, and then i give them a bunch of fake ass info, till the time comes for my “credit card” and i tell them it is all lies, and they aren’t even bothered, they just hang up. and then i realize that i reaaaalllly need a girlfriend, so she can laugh at the goofy shit i say, and pick fights so i won’t be bored, and we can do stuff instead of watchin’ bitch ass infomercials. Fuckin’ lonely ass muthafucka!! :/ everything comes back to me bein’ single, always. i mess around and stuff, but i want somethin’ more. I think. I prolly want nothin’ and just think i do. oh well, i’ll just go around stickin’ my penis where it don’t belong, and maybe i’ll find the right hole by trial and error method. it’ll work, right?