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Originally Posted by 1SickZ06
Johnny Bravo, Where do I start! The strip club was just for the shit and giggles of the early part of the night. I must say with all this talk of pussy and I got antsie! So after the strip club I linked up with this fine ass red-bone bitch I've been fucking with. And get this. We talked a little before hand. Bullshited about the Vette and this and that. The faggots who drive vipers that swear their shit don't stink. I told her that I've been getting harassed by this faggot on the intraweb name Johnny Bravo. She laughed and said the last guy she knew with a Viper was a little dicked prick! Get that shit! LMAO! What a fucking coincidence! So when I was hitting that shit doggy style what the fuck does she say?!?!?! "That little dick nigga Johnny Bravo ain't got shit on this dick right here!!!!!!!" Holy Shit! I almost shit myself in pure laughter! So unexpected and to think that your name was said just before I blew my load all over her thick ass! I have to thank you in more ways then one!
WAR EVEN THE HOES THAT DON'T KNOW YOU SAY YOU GOT A LITTLE DICK
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Worst work of fiction I've ever read. Why didn't you just admit, "I went to the strip joint and paid some chicks to be nice to me because otherwise they wouldn't. I tried to look cool by telling them I had a Corvette. Of course, so did every other loser-paying-for-poon in the joint. I got shit faced drunk in an attempt to forget the fact that I'm not the "overweight lover", but rather the "overweight loser" and went home and jerked off to internet porn until I passed out at the computer. During my post-ejaculatory slumber, I dreamed I was cool and that the last girl whose image was still burned into the screen on my monitor really liked me, so I made up a story about how I hit it. Unfortunately, as I sobered up, I realized I was still the pathetic, plastic car driving, no metabolism having tub of goo I was before my dream, just as JohnnyBravo described me."
Ordinarily, I wouldn't prescribe suicide as the answer to anyone's problems, but in your case I will make an exception.
Even your mom agrees:
