Update: The Novel (picture book edition)
First of all I'd like to thank everyone who stopped by to acknowledge the anniversary of the day I decided to get my shit together and move out of my Mom's uterus. I started to thank everyone individually, but the number of people who posted was quickly surpassing the number of people I wrote back. It started to remind me of a zoo attack I saw on Real TV where a polar bear grabbed some woman that was standing too close to its cage and immediately began to pull her through. Some well intentioned bystanders ran over and started hitting the seven billion pound bear with the only available weapons they could find: sticks. That's what it was like trying to respond to everyone; hitting nature's tank with a fucking stick. It was obvious that those people cared about the woman's well being, but at the rate they were going, they might as well have been hitting the bear with their dicks. I know the futility of such an approach first hand as several of the responses I gave were actually typed with my dick. Anyway, I gave up and decided to carpet bomb the lot of you with a general thanks, just like they should have carpet bombed that bear, the woman stupid enough to put her ass on a cage of any kind, and the people hitting the bear with sticks.
Now, in order to accommodate the many questions I haven't been getting about my life and my overwhelming lack of motivation, I've decided to update with pictures.
Around what seemed like ten thousand years ago, Maxx and his friend, Sweetawesome Tour's Chris, visited our urine soaked streets. We spent most of the time keeping that uriney goodness alive.
While we were hanging out, someone in the bar we were at called a male stripper. You can tell by the sudden gay angle of my wrist that I just spotted him. Chris tried to pretend his wrist was gay too, but I don't think he was into it as much as I was.
freyja did her best to keep me on the straight and narrow, but after locking eyes with the dancer, there was no stopping me from doing what needed to be done...
Getting that out of my system was imperative since the ass of everyone in the immediate vicinity was at risk.
More recently, I attended a lovely fashion show put on by the equally lovely Aspen. A good time was had and I met many unique people of all races.
If you know me, you know that I stand at a towering 6'5". These incredible creatures were actually mythical giants visiting from the fantastic land of Gaygantica, home of the largest gays in existence and as close as the nearest rainbow.
After everything that's happened in my life recently, it was good to learn that I'm still capable of physical contact with a woman. Thank you freyja and JaiDee.
First of all I'd like to thank everyone who stopped by to acknowledge the anniversary of the day I decided to get my shit together and move out of my Mom's uterus. I started to thank everyone individually, but the number of people who posted was quickly surpassing the number of people I wrote back. It started to remind me of a zoo attack I saw on Real TV where a polar bear grabbed some woman that was standing too close to its cage and immediately began to pull her through. Some well intentioned bystanders ran over and started hitting the seven billion pound bear with the only available weapons they could find: sticks. That's what it was like trying to respond to everyone; hitting nature's tank with a fucking stick. It was obvious that those people cared about the woman's well being, but at the rate they were going, they might as well have been hitting the bear with their dicks. I know the futility of such an approach first hand as several of the responses I gave were actually typed with my dick. Anyway, I gave up and decided to carpet bomb the lot of you with a general thanks, just like they should have carpet bombed that bear, the woman stupid enough to put her ass on a cage of any kind, and the people hitting the bear with sticks.
Now, in order to accommodate the many questions I haven't been getting about my life and my overwhelming lack of motivation, I've decided to update with pictures.
Around what seemed like ten thousand years ago, Maxx and his friend, Sweetawesome Tour's Chris, visited our urine soaked streets. We spent most of the time keeping that uriney goodness alive.
While we were hanging out, someone in the bar we were at called a male stripper. You can tell by the sudden gay angle of my wrist that I just spotted him. Chris tried to pretend his wrist was gay too, but I don't think he was into it as much as I was.
freyja did her best to keep me on the straight and narrow, but after locking eyes with the dancer, there was no stopping me from doing what needed to be done...
Getting that out of my system was imperative since the ass of everyone in the immediate vicinity was at risk.
More recently, I attended a lovely fashion show put on by the equally lovely Aspen. A good time was had and I met many unique people of all races.
If you know me, you know that I stand at a towering 6'5". These incredible creatures were actually mythical giants visiting from the fantastic land of Gaygantica, home of the largest gays in existence and as close as the nearest rainbow.
After everything that's happened in my life recently, it was good to learn that I'm still capable of physical contact with a woman. Thank you freyja and JaiDee.
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