So, listen up. If you're reading this, you may have something to offer. Before I talk about that, I want to talk about how little of a fuck I give. First off, I don't give a fuck what you, or what your background/status is; I don't care if you're married, and I play a part in breaking up your family, I don't care if you're a lonely mom looking for companionship (which you sure as hell won't get from me), and I don't care if you're Mother-fucking Theresa. Why don't I care? Simple: because 'you' does not equal 'me'. In other words, it's all about me me me me me me me me me me me me me.
Next, I don't care about my family. See, my father recently died (which took WAY too long to happen in it's final throes by the way, Jesus), and let me tell you everyone was "oh, we need to do nice things for you (me), him and your mom". Case in point, this dumb bitch that I know (she THINKS she's my girlfriend, but whatever) had all of her sucker friends make casseroles, hot dishes, lasagna, etc. for my family, and she sat around to comfort the family, be all supportive, etc. Ugh, fucking annoying. Sure, I got the leftovers, but can we move on to something else? The attention he and my mom got was really starting to irritate me, and hopefully this post will set that all in balance again.
Now, to what this post is about. Simply put, I want you to come over, and give me some oral pleasure. I want you to to say how much you love Mr. Dingle while you're doing it, too. It's the 4th of July weekend, and I want to shoot some fireworks into your hair, and other places, and then I want you to get the fuck out of my house. That's it.
Oh, and if you want me to reply, tell me what you're going to do, how you're going to give Mr. Dingle some attention, and what food you're going to bring over because all this typing has made me hungry, and I'll be damned if I'm eating any more of this casserole.
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