Whiskey Dick
Member
It all started when this chick dumped me, and I proceeded to get revenge on her by reaching into my pants, pulling out a dangerous sex pistol and fired with the ferocity of five thousand fold of my former faptitude, a full frontal assault on my computer screen, until I was out of bullets...
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.....CLICK........CLICK....and when my finger was tired of clicking an empty trigger, I started polishing my gun instead.
Showed her.
I read that when Nietzsche was dumped, he ferociously masturbated 12 times a day! His best friend, Richard Wagner, was so worried he told Nietzsche's doctor about this. Nietzsche persisted, and thereafter suffered exploding migraines, catatonic tiredness, then died insane.
I'm done staring into the abyss, no matter how alluringly it stares back.
Porn seems like the ideal girlfriend: a hot body with no personality, easy and available for sex whenever you want. You don't have to buy dinner or do the dishes, just wash the occasional sock is all.
Then you tell her you want to move on, settle down, get a job and a house....she tells you "what a coincidence, it just so happens I have an affordable oceanfront property for sale in the middle of my vagina"
I've fallen for the scam too, she's taken everything I've had, the man I was and was to become. These days I need my life back, need a house built on a solid foundation, not a sinkhole or stinkhole. I'm going to do these daily rants here, and if you'd ever like to buzz in and offer suggestions or advice, or even critiques or hate mail..it's all good as long as it's not links to pornsites.
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.....CLICK........CLICK....and when my finger was tired of clicking an empty trigger, I started polishing my gun instead.
Showed her.
I read that when Nietzsche was dumped, he ferociously masturbated 12 times a day! His best friend, Richard Wagner, was so worried he told Nietzsche's doctor about this. Nietzsche persisted, and thereafter suffered exploding migraines, catatonic tiredness, then died insane.
I'm done staring into the abyss, no matter how alluringly it stares back.
Porn seems like the ideal girlfriend: a hot body with no personality, easy and available for sex whenever you want. You don't have to buy dinner or do the dishes, just wash the occasional sock is all.
Then you tell her you want to move on, settle down, get a job and a house....she tells you "what a coincidence, it just so happens I have an affordable oceanfront property for sale in the middle of my vagina"
I've fallen for the scam too, she's taken everything I've had, the man I was and was to become. These days I need my life back, need a house built on a solid foundation, not a sinkhole or stinkhole. I'm going to do these daily rants here, and if you'd ever like to buzz in and offer suggestions or advice, or even critiques or hate mail..it's all good as long as it's not links to pornsites.