Been a long time since I've posted.

Commies have been trying to stop my message from reaching the masses, I cant blame them.

I hate online personas more than I hate real world bullshit. Why in the fuck do people log on to a computer and make shit up is beyond me. I say fuck'em in the goats ass for being fake ass douchebags who validate life through people they have never actually known. You gotta be a gigantic douche to have more of an online life then a real one.

For real broads are cheaper than cheesecake, and they taste worse.

Sugar tits is single, enjoying it; fuck it loving it; and doesn't need a broad to complete his life. I got my lucky charms and I'm happy. The last thing I want right now is a broad to make me boring. I hate boring. Broads = boring.

Life is short, people are generic, the future is based on present choices. Your call settle for boring or live with at least a little excitement.

Sugar - out (lactose tolerant for those concerned)

sometimes the va-jay-jay produces milk much sweeter than the utter. This morning for example, I sat down to my apple jacks smoothered in vaginal secretions. It was entirely delicious, much more so than the secretions delivered from bovine utters.

Then from nowhere my beeping blog recalled me. How have I forgotten such written brilliance? The nibbles on my ears, the suckling of my sac. Where have I gone wrong?

Anyways back to breakfast. Who in their right mind would be interested in my breakfast or my sex life is my question?

I'm hung like a vietnamese infant on a good day. Actually more like a vietnamese infant on a day after swimming with severe shrinkage problems. Somehow this minuscule version of manliness manages to get the job done; maybe it just gets the done job.