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i just took a while to realize how fantastic i was. I was that like that really hot girl that just didn't figure it out until like she was 20, i liked to bake cup cakes, and read Ann Rice. Then like , at 20 , not sure what the fuck happened, i think i just kept upgrading the girls and my confidence. The girl i'm dating now is somewhat a little too hot in that like, i'm have to contiously exercise so that she doesn't feel like she is the better looking one. I mean i don't eat chocolate anymore. And i used to eat so much fucking chocolate with no affect on my weight. But i hit 30 and my body starts being a little bitch. An arms race that I will eventually win if she turns 30, But ya, i'm 31 and she is 26.
Let me set the stage. Full head of hair, not a single grey one. A penis. Sometimes, i look at the mirror, and just sort of say , god damn, what kind of god would make me so fucking handsome and smart and talented and then make someone that isn't, say like French man. What a dick. I mean i'm stuck with it, but the guilt, i mean it eats at you. Like when your grandfather straps you to the chair and slaps your balls and tells you it hurts him more. Talk about burden. I mean i'm in a sold relationship 4 years going, but if this is a gift, am i suppose to share it. I suppose that is why religion just doesn't work. God is a fucking prick. Because i feel for that ugly dude. Right in my heart.
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"This is why Superman works alone." GC
old stuff from days gone by (2001-2004)
Mad For Brad's gay little contest
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