So I'm sick. As fuck...probably already said that? Maybe its aids? Cancer? some other alien form of erectile deformation? Yes I feel the love and for your sake pray they don't elect me dictator of the world anytime within your lifetime...or that of the time that we can bring the dead back...as I have no problem with beating a dead horse, or woman man child...alien...alligator....you get the point.
Times are tough. I'm working full time plus now at a job that puts a big PT by my name. Like Pussy Trickle, or Prick tickle, either way I don't like where this is leading me. I'm dying for bread crumbs and the economy tanked? When and where did this shit happen? Did the world collapse and somehow I escaped only to in the near future awaken like Marky Mark to a planet ruled by sentient, apes?
So you caught me. I said this was gonna be better, focused...compassionate, full of dreams. But instead its full of anal beads and unwelcome anguished screams. Fuck it that's what it takes to get you off! Ill set this thing to vibrate and then gyrate this shit like a washing machine with three dead kittens and a puppy. The puppy of course isn't dead. It just had a stroke, get over it, shit happens. Make a commercial with some sad looking half drown pound puppies....or would it be ground puppies?
You ever want to use a midget as a dildo? How about go play baseball with one...but you don't have bat? Wait...is that me talking of just the blood thinners......which speaking of I have had so many this week I don't think my dick will ever get soft again. Scratch that midget with that in mind....I'm just gonna get some scissors and double your pleasure.
Your Saint For Suicide as seen on your T.V.