Yeah anyways…then you realize just what kind of an introverted man bat you have been for like the last twenty five years. And you realize how that same monster is still lurking in the back of your mind….like a trap door spider. I guess Im just explaining how shooting this volume down like tom cruise in a high chair wouldn’t work. I still need to feel the tug of the evil one more good time….I need to let it excersize these demons so they get tired, before I let em
sit up on in the yard and pump iron and go all Rambone in my life again.
Yeah so theres some therapy for the scary. Maybe mary. I dated a mary once…she looked like fucking sissy spacek from carie….so look at me now. Im a super saiyajin vs that me….but that was….twenty….three? years ago.
I don’t know maybe you chime in to inform me…..I mean if she reads this one of her twelve children can probably ring the dinner bell for her to whell on in on her rascal and break it on down for me…..