I am HAWT.

Now, who's your pimp daddy?


Well, that's what the Prom Queen said anyway,
and going on the fact that I NEVER look good in my
photos, you'll have to believe me.

With that being said, join my Harem please, it'll
make my day. Really, I'll puppy-dog-ish and mushy
and stuff and I'll love you forever and ever and ever,
and I'll hug you and squeeze and take a gigantic chunk of meat
out of your arm erm, wait, never mind.

Now, people SEND ME THOSE PHOTOS!
I know you've got them, so stop hoarding them.
Don't be like that punkbitch Adriel, who's infringed
upon copyright laws. SEND ME THOSE Photos.

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Perhaps you're needy of some love, just like me, then.
Perhaps we two lonely souls need a companion, a friend
a confidante, someone who'd shower you with the attention
that bastard of a boyfriend doesn't give you that attention,
instead preferring to wank to Jemma Jameson, instead.
Gimem a call, we'll meet up we'll bitch and I'll go kick
your boyfriend's ass for you.

Or perhaps you're an unhappy boyfriend, unhappy with your
chick that she's always I don't know, always shopping without you,
or perhaps she'd rather use the computer than enjoy your company,
or maybe you suspect that she's cheating on you.
Yes, you overly suspicious and jealous boyfriend, I'm targetting
YOU.

I know how you feel man, I emphatize.
I'll go hustle punkbitch, who's messing with your chick,
I'll go expose your girlfriend for the philandering unfaithful
she-devil for you.

Just gimme a call.
1800-DEPRIVED-OF-LOVE

I know man, we're all the same I feel for you.
Call me, I'll be your all around man pimp/muscle/bitch buddy.

Call me.
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And yep, I'm not going to be blogging much, substantially,
anytime soon. At least I don't think so. I've got a damn
packed schdule, you know, the norm. Meeting up with chicks,
meeting up with rich old women, erotic good clean fun.

Cor, I'll be broke by Wednesday, the way thing are going.
Thank goodness the interview with StarBucks went well,
at least that's what the manager said.

"I like what I see."

So, I'll be expecting that call anytime now, for me to head
up for my training sessions. Sometime next week, I could
be peeing serving up your coffee with love,
now. We'll see.


And man, for a position as a barista earning $4.50 and hour,
he asked a heck lot of questions. Nearly an hour's worth
of questioning, it was EL orals all over again, except this time,
I had so much more to embellish sell, of
my self.