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the unbearable ickiness of pre-emptive love
#1
it's like i have maple syrup, dripping from my dick.
i'm so sweet, i'm giving me a toothache.
even though i have none.
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#2
What? Dick or teeth? Smile

Sorry stank. But when you open a door like that, you know I just have to walk in.
You can lead 'em to knowledge, but you can't make 'em think.
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#3
wouldn't have it otherwise.

how are you, McSparkle?

(Will you tell me a bedtime story?)

i may be feeling vaguely insecure.
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#4
"Once upon a time, there was this Deep Submergence Vehicle named Nautilus..."

Why the insecurity? Has Mary been beating up on you again? Smile
You can lead 'em to knowledge, but you can't make 'em think.
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#5
Man, i'm a blobuole of scare tissue. She's all sinews.

Damn...just noticed that spell check isn't happy with "blobuole".

i thought it was a common word.

(Maybe i'm wrong about all kinds of shit?)

"disemboinkulater" is a word we use around here frequently.

you need it when things get overly boinkulated.

(and they do.)

How's ducks, mate?
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#6
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhdkgjxKepY
Ask not what is the problem but, rather, where is the lesion.
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#7
Sometimes, i feel ashamed of myself...
Will even say so, with some pride.
which turns out to be seriously shameful.

it's a mad loop.

But i think i generally like me.

(I'm not on the Donald's level. I don't want to fuck me, for instance.)

but i do think i'm pretty.

i have a beautiful hand.
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#8
(05-21-2020, 08:11 PM)President Bush Wrote:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhdkgjxKepY

raw beauty.
reminds me of you.

and slightly of me.
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#9
the guy was...


Ask not what is the problem but, rather, where is the lesion.
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#10
Ducks are fine. Although I've been told by the next White Trash neighbor that I shouldn't feed them anymore because of some lame assed excuse and what's really going on is that the old bitch doesn't like the noise or the shit they make.

Then there's the other White Trash neighbor on the other side. Big Boy with his Big Girl and all their Big Kids and two little rat hounds. Wandered out the other day to check my water connection and they had these two little rat hounds tethered yet the leashes were long enough for them to harass me while I went about my business.

Yapping barking rat hounds. One of them bit me several times until I yelled "Goddamnit!" at the top of my lungs and threatened it with the cover of the in ground water entry sump. Then and only then did Mrs. Big come out and looked. She did nothing about the fucking idiot dogs, but she did inform the Big Tribe that it was just 'the neighbor' and returned to her lard building routine inside.

I love pets but I swear I could kill those two yapping motherfuckers. One of them bites me again and I will stomp a new mud hole in it's head.





How am I doing so far? Smile
You can lead 'em to knowledge, but you can't make 'em think.
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