"The idea of this blog being good is what's impossible."
"A site as merciless as Ming himself."
Via Cormac via Freida Bee via dolorosa. Don't scoff, you'd be feeling some Semper Dowland, Semper Dolens nailing through your flesh all the way to the marrow -- watch out for infection -- after reading this tripe, natch, noob.
Stop me before I date again because g-string fantasies habitually stripped away by g-rated routine only leave me with an x-rated mouth and catching Zs alone. Hey, masturbating is hard work. Didja catch that, wink, nudge? I could go for a hot fudge sundae, except for the fact I've no lady to lick the whipped cream off of. It's my flash fiction and I'll end a sentence with a preposition if I want to, end a sentence with a preposition if I want to, end a sentence with a preposition if I want to, you would end a sentence with a preposition too if not having mindblowing, orgasmically earthquaking sex happened to you.
What, you thought there'd be more? What do I look like, a guy who's not married? I've got weeds to pull and lawns to mow and garbage to drag to the curb and laundry to fold but don't worry, I always wash my hands after getting splashed by dirty garbage water so those whites will stay their brightest.