I hear wedding bells. Send me an invitation.The party should be a blast.
I assure you, you have no reason for that burning jealousy - I promise, I wasn't trying to edge you out! Please: just put down the cheap booze and the sleeping pills, and get help. Life is still worth living, even if this, er, object of your ardent desire didn't respond to you.
P.S. That shrill snippiness of yours carries certain implications with it... did you run out of Kleenex and lube, or did the fleshlight stop working? We'd hate to lose you for such trivial reasons.
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