Fathers babies with all walks of marsupials and pachyderms, by force... and was quite the persuant necrophiliac in a former life.
Secretly wishes he had the photo album to prove it, but rather insists on dwelling on it over a bottle of Jim Beam...
Wishes he had hands forth which to masturbate; a marsupial to ravage. Unfortunately, my mother is alive, so an argument towards her is pre-deemed illogical and would probably be badgering, in this case. Mirrors don't lie, either... though objects may be closer than they appear.
Doesn't know that I don't even give a shit about the mirror, overlooked it, and doesn't realize that I just went to defending my mother, beforehand, since he was a necrophiliac in a former life, but appears to lack the wit to work around such mysterious atrocities...
Couldn't make any more sense of it, if he tried; doesn't understand, or rather, doesn't acknowledge metaphors or hypotheticalities.
From the sounds of it, you probably have plenty enough time to have one hand on the dick and the other on the keyboard, not that it makes any differenct to me... Maybe you only have one hand, the other is a prosthetic limb and you're a 300 pound steer roper from Abilene whose mother decided to get a sex change and move to Miami Beach and you have noboy else but your sorry ass to blame it on, so you decide to trash an internet forum. Atop that, your cokehead father wants not a damn thing to do with you so you figure the only savior in your life is the gay rodeo and a case of wine coolers at the end of the day. Maybe I just don't give a fuck? Frankly, I don't see why it matters so much or why I'm even replying. So how about you just put a bullet in my head and leave it at that; sorry sack of shit... KISS, keep it simple steerfucker.
Theres lots of gross wierdos and im out to point them all out to you, you probably did some nasty ass shit man.. can you beileve that?? thats my impression of you lmfao