Honestly. I am so close to just cutting off my genitals and collecting terminally ill cats to replace my non-mound in protest of the severe lack of moral fibre in my general social area.
I'm not looking for much, but not (according to Facebook and photos) happily married to a stunning woman with two gorgeous infant children. I should've known when I openly rejected him and he backed down immediately, proceeding to engage me with superfriendly banter. Sonofabitch. I have not always been so ethically righteous, but that sort of duplicity seems so... evil.
I don't play sloppy seconds, ever. Unless it's Mark.
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OK, now I regret not reading your blog more often. What else have you been saying about me? ;)
Mark is always the exception, isn't he?
I am dying to know what you're talking about.
How do you cut off an inny? Anyways, we can't all be as awesome as me.
You have indeed been busy, miss.
Just wondering if you have cauterized your hole yet.
Stanhope had a great line along those lines... something about "they should have their twats puttied over like Barbie parts."
Not that that has anything to do with you, I just got a loff out of it.
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