Adios from the Man Pad
It is with great sorrow that I type this morning. This is the last porn site I'll check out/time I'll set any fantasy lineup/opportunity to have an actual dwelling to be alone in post I will ever publish from Shelter Bankmeister. Once this post is up and available for all of you fine cats to not read, I will disassemble the old computer, load the last of my belongings into my pimped-out ride, and be gone.
Not forever or anything. I know.
Scary thought, eh?
It's been incredible. I'll miss the top half of this house about as much as I will all that other trim I never got to nuzzle up to. But such is life.
Things will be wonderful at the new abode, though. With the wife lurking above, I'm sure to have countless hours of time to create posts, scour the Interwebs for images, and pretend like it's all something severely important that demands solitude.
6 comments:
Re: Adios Man Pad,
What alternative method of flow asorbtion are you going with?
Interested,
The People of Tampax
The kind that involves naming my fantasy team after an HBO show. I hear that always leads to blood-crusted twat.
Answered,
King Kotex
Moltisanti, you choked on your own blood, for Christ's sake. Move on to the great beyond and quit the fantasy ass-raping.
If I can't do my ass raping in the fantasy world, my time outside of the state pen is limited.
I see. Glad you clarified. I suspected all along that you had a hankerin' for some man sphincter.
Whatever. It effin' hurts. Wha'ppen to you, Abreu?
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