The blue words lead to other words, some of them erotic in nature. Try it. You'll like it. Unless you hate lesbians.
So ya, here're some pictures to tell the story again.
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| Will you believe it if it's delivered in a meme? What's this shit about a theme? Limericks now available in the lobby. |
Making art is making art. That's why creative people hang out together because we generally understand that porno actors are actors. Usually shitty actors but they deliver, the dick, as promised.
How many times do I gotta tell you that "Imma Writa" before you'll finally believe me. Overly clever in it's simplicity?
Shit son, you're reading my words right now, and you still don't believe it. Your ability to use all of your faculties is in question immediately when you throw down with that kind of obtusity.
Oh ya! Speaking of obtusity, I'm still here peddlin' my mad word stringin' abilities. Still ballin' out, mirroring the shit out of the shit I encounter, and throwin' it down, right here, for y'all to see. I even do poetry, and that is damned sexy.
See what I did there? No worries if you've missed it, I'll keep it up... literary boner puns always free.
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| It's no secret I'm peddling this here blog. I've openly admitted I'm "that ass", who's peddlin' some other entertainment, albeit free, on online dating forums. I do drop the link wherever I go, whenever it can be worked in. You can't have missed it, but here it is again! http://donorsforboners.blogspot.ca/ I'm so clever that I figured out, people looking for sex might wanna read about it while they aren't gettin' any. I'm also clever enough to realize that y' wanna see titties. Especially when you say it. I'm that good. Do you really need to ask me how many fucks I give? Scroll to the top and enjoy the cleavage, which eternally remains in question as belonging to me or a model. Or, click a link, and scroll through the words until you get to the pictures. |
Oh sorry, what was I saying about being obtuse? Yaaa. I can throw down with the shameless promotion 'cause a bitch without an audience is a... bitch without an audience. And some people'll surprise ya, if you let 'em.
Not once have I claimed anything other than blogtasty goodness of wordgasmertainment. I may have just taken too many liberties on those adjectives.
Fuck it. It's how creative types roll. We're fucking relentless with the creative expressions.
Re. Lent. Less. While we're dreamin', fuckin', eatin', communicatin', and all the other shit human beings get up to. Somebody who is genuinely interested in feeling my titties pressed against their morning stubble while the construction crews go about their noisy business (true story) is reading this blog with an amused expression, taking mental note of the million or so details I've spread, like a burlesque dancer spreads her legs, across this fine blog.
It might just indicate general brain power and a funny bone. Or a strong lust for words, as a reader or a writer.
But, for fuckin' reals, how you gonna be guessin' you might like my booty when I tell it straight up, approximately seventy six different ways, that we're probably not well suited as compatible mates, beyond your enjoyment of finely packaged booty? There's far more to it but I'm shallow too, Bitches. Wake the fuck up!
Most people, who've thought it all through, know they don't want anything to do with artists and intimate relations. We're the most difficult bullshit ever... I post love letters here and shit. What kinda fucked up shit is that?
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| Maybe that was sexist of me to say. I should have said, "Titties on a man aren't MY thing so it's always better than the best titties on a man." |
Hahaha! I told you we'd come back to it. It's really quite common that people can't be arsed to read their own conversation, never mind something that doesn't come with titty pictures. I don't expect most of the people who come here looking for pictures... on a blog, that I've been saying was a blog... to read any of this. But it's still fun to have fun when the world doesn't meet my lofty ideals of a good time.
So, I made a blog about it... and I keep throwing down the same jokes, using different words... 'cause a lot of the same shit comes up again and again. I'm a story teller, what would you rather hear about than Reality Internet? This shit is priceless and I'm hilarious.
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| Are you more inclined to believe it when a man says it? I didn't pay this guy or nothin'. If you read it, you'll see that it's easy to stand out from the sea of douchebags out there, when you're not a douchebag. I'm trying to help you get laid here people! Not with me, apparently "I couldn't get taken out by a Tsunami", I'll link to that entry, when it exists. Fucking gold star worthy clever ass insults. |
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