I always say that if I met a homeless chick who needed a warm shower and some soup to get through the night….I would bring her home….to nurture her, care for her, replace my wife with her, for at least a night, give her a taste of the good life, I mean at least the good life to her, because my life is practically homeless, and my dick, along with her tar covered body, would be what got wet…a modern day love story…a modern day romance…philanthropy…selfless…except for my dick getting wet…philathropy.

But then I remember that homeless people are insane, usually dudes, and smell terrible…are disgusting, mental cases, with rotten mouths and genitals, with addictions and barely people, they would rob me, or kill me and ot’s better to just fuck them in a back alley for 5 dollars when needed…rather than letting them into your home and dealing with the drama, bullshit, headache of actually getting to no them….

Some things are meant for the dumpster, gutter, back alley…while other things…are meant for the home…

You can’t be a hero and save everyone you want with a warm shower and a bowl of soup for the hope of getting your dick wet….

But it feels nice to think about it, it’s almost like you helped someone in need, without lifting a finger..or actually doing it….but that’s the power of thought…

Here are some morning links..

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