Thanks to everyone that bid on my two ebay items I put up earlier. I'm going to use the cash to do something that I've always wanted to do.
Pay for sex.
Why should restaurants, jewelers, and leather boutiques get the cash in my efforts to bury a bone? Dating is too complicated, anyways. Two girls so far in my quest for a Goochette have intimated to me after weeks of hanging out that they have boyfriends or something similar to that effect. With every door that closes, another one opens and hits me in the balls with the door knob.
I AM HERE; YOU ARE THERE.
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