I don’t lie to females. I don’t have swag. As it is, many people claim they have swag but literally don’t know what swag really means.
I just tell them point blank, I don’t really like you like that, or even want to know you. But I would love the opportunity to fornicate with you.
And you know what? Fornicate is a big word, and if you haven’t heard, big words will get you into a chick’s draws because it makes them think you’re smart.
Try it, guys.
There’s too many sites, and they all do the same shit. And people are alllllways telling you about them, and when you fold and finally join, you see they’re not even that great.
I just saw two iguanas having sex.
You know how you’d react if you saw your parents having sex? That’s how I felt. I’m used to seeing iguanas running around my backyard, not screwing each other.
My vision is violated.
A lot of people are acting REALLY weird lately, and I don’t know why.
My cousin is a thug with tattoos, and he’s pretty muscular. Yet he called me up, while damn near crying on the phone like a little girl.
So I did some research…
I’m pretty sure the emo virus is in full effect.
This is not cool, and it must stop.
Two weeks ago I got addicted to Tumblr. Last week I got addicted to Last.fm. This week I got addicted to digg and reddit.
I need to stay the hell off the net.