People have told me that I am like a ray of sunshine in an otherwise dismal day. That's goofy talk. Mama don't go for the goofy guys. Pull yourselves together if you want some of this. You need to shower on a more regular basis and improve your basic hygiene. I'm just saying.
There is no time for any of this. ANY OF IT. Don't you realize this? Pull yourselves together. If you can. Sheesh. You people are like so many shish kebobs abandoned in a used car lot. I mean, COME ON! Get on the train. You could make some new friends. Fancy friends with money, status, and enormous cocks, to hang out with. Why wait?
There sure were a lot of fat-asses back in the 1970s. You ever see pictures? Bunch of fat old people sitting around watching television and eating pork. Plate after plate of pork with the fat hanging off it, rich in gravy, just going chunk by chunk into those fat 70s people. Can you imagine? We paid for their medical care. We did. Fucking weird.
My intentions may not be clear. I am sorry about that. I'm hot and that's that. You are glad to be around me. I smell like peaches. Imagine that.
I'm available for babysitting. Imagine coming home from a tiresome night at the movies with the annoying person you've been with for way too long. You come home. There is an absolutely gorgeous cougar of a woman stretched out on your couch. You are going for it.
Bring condoms. We're having a PART-TAY!
I'm sorry your relatives make fun of you when they are at business meetings with important people. Imagine your uncle dissing you to Beyonce. Just imagine in. Really, really imagine it.
Wow.
Nighty night, sweet nerds.