ench impressionist chitchat. Your exit returns would crush the burnt-sugar surface your powdery ego has melted into, sending sticky shards ankle-deep into the incalculable abyss that is your iddy-id-id, forcing you to finally face the formidable fearsomeness of fantastic fellat[Exceeded allowable alliteration].
Damn how embarrassing for her. Ultimately, Anon you come off sounding slightly jealous of the very breed of woman you're attacking. Why even give a fuck? It'd be like me hammering off a long letter ranting against guys with toned abs who get bottle service at clubs. Why the fuck are you ladies so venomous toward each other?!?! I don't get it, I will never understand all the competition with you.
Awesome! Thanks for the heads up ( whoever posted on my current blog, you rock for mentioning it). Not gonna lie, this brings me some joy that somebody liked what I wrote enough to post it here. I do still blog, just not on that page anymore. This is indeed old news.
Thanks, early nerd special.