I try to convince every woman I meet in a bar – that I am trying to get naked – or have sex with in some capacity or another – that I am dead….a ghost or a zombie that no one else can see…a figment of her imagination…a corpse…a vision….a simulation…not actually there…and I’ll spend hours doing this because I am pretty persuasive…but they only realize I am actually dead when I pull out my limp ice cold from poor circulation and diabetes cock…and they see it doesn’t work…but it is a terrifying shade of blue…
It’s some modern romance…you know…
Here are some morning links…
Reporter Stops three Reports From Arguing – Because Misogyny….
CLICK HERE
Aaron Carter is Amazing
CLICK HERE
Activist MOM of the Day – VS Teen Vogue
CLICK HERE
Boobs Against Bull Fighting
CLICK HERE
Reporter VS Helicopter
CLICK HERE
Dalmation’s Record Litter
CLICK HERE
Dead Zombie Movie Legend
CLICK HERE
Pizza Parlor Fight in Toronto
CLICK HERE
21 New World Land Marks
CLICK HERE