Next time you pond scum decide to spam the fuck out of my comments field, do us all a favour and step in front of a bus instead – nobody reads this shit, and all you do is piss me off by making me edit your comments so no one else accidentally clicks your signature links.

Have a nice day,
The Mighty Ginge

Then, on Valentine's day, I had the pleasure of meeting a nineteen year old girl named Cecil. We clicked (she was an amazing kisser) and hung out for most of the night.

I didn't contact her again because I didn't want to become 'one of those guys'.

And now, I regret that decision.

You should never grow past the infantile belief that the world was made for you to suckle.