Ghostbusters, Ghostbusters you do not type!

You are proof that at least someone is having fun in this fucked-up world, so I would hate to lose the vicarious pleasure of you blogs. Though, if they are no longer fun for you, typing them defeats the purpose, doesn't it?

Love the penis. I wish I was as well-hung as you.

yeah for chaos...
stay well then.

Maybe with the Moustache you could be another SG persona, Django Suicide.

Manko,
I must apologise for being all of what you said I was, am, and worse.
Call it panic, call it cowardice, call it shit, it's all true.
I've been a total shit heel to you, because I cannot except how taken with you I've become, and I have no facility to deal with it, except total rejection .
I act like a twelve yr. old, because I feel like one who has just seen his first centerfold, when ever I think of you.
I expect no return, no need to be correct or kind, I'm just an old bastard, being a fool.

Hottest British accent ever.

(Kundalini ;...right, I don't fucking think so.
Sat-Nam your ass.) aimed at the asswipe above who insults the highest form of Yoga.

I hope that my assinity has helped you in liberating yourself from this 2 dimensional upholstered brothel.
A large part of my angst was largely due to my belief in your literary skill, and how badly wasted it was on this rubbish. Now go on and write fantastic works to rock the world, I know that you want to.

I wish my cock was as big as yours.