To cheat, or not to cheat—is that even a question?
Sure, it’s nobler in the mind to suffer
A lonely Saturday without my girlfriend
But I’ll take arms against a sea of fidelity
And by posting a skeevy Craig’s List ad, end it. To masturbate--
No more--and by finding a pudgy old woman I’ll end
My heartache, and dream of the thousand blowjobs
That my small penis should be heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To cheat, to fuck!
To fuck, perchance, a thick lonely housewife
For in these dirty trysts, what diseases may come?
That I can pass along to my trusting girlfriend
But that doesn’t give me pause
While conscience does make cowards of most of us,
I’ve discovered I have no conscience
So, your place or mine?
Well done, Mr. Shakespeare.
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