The goodrst dragon!

My business idea is the 'Gentlemen's Club,' which is so well-known in Japan. I do not know who the gentleman is. The gentleman is the manager of a small business, and he has a pretty clear idea of what we're doing. He calls his money-making business 'Gentlemen's Club.' He asks for our money and we'll give him money if he sends it back. But what's a gentleman's club? It's a very small business. Everyone starts up, and a few people from the gentlemen's club come in. The club is for boys to join. For the ladies and the gentlemen, it's for men to make money. 'Gentlemen,' says the gentleman, 'we need our money. Here is our club'--and the money-making business of this kind of business begins.

I go through my day pretty normal like, I'm a normal guy, I'm a swell guy, I'm a nice enough guy, I'm a cool kind of guy, heh, I'm a pretty groovy guy...but then I get a little SUGAR in me and I start to go CUCKOO. Doesn't have to be much, this time around it was two 'em– two of FiberOne® brownies. Only 90 calories each but they do the job, do you know what I'm sayin'? They get me goin', they get me riled up, a little CUCKOO, a little WACKY, start gettin' me a little KOOKY, a little, y'know, LOOPY– OO oo. Hey, somebody take– somebody put this kid in a padded cell, get him a straitjacket, he's goin' a little...WACKY...oo a little KOOKY! He's off the walls, bananas, loco! You want me to stop. Isn't that wonderful? Well let me just do what you say, because it's your little fairy tale...

Dear

I was browsing your profile and couldn't help but notice your smile glistening at me like tinfoil to a smacktard. Immediately my throat became dry and I just sat there silently gasping and wondering how thy could be so blessed as to view such a heavenly beauty.

You see my life hasn't always been sunshine & rainbows. Sometimes I just get caught up so much in the little things that I lose sight of the bigger picture. Next thing you know you're failing mid-semeters and have to make a living jello wrestling Coach Chuggs at frat parties. And so it becomes a vicious cycle, much like dat dere celltech. Until that one days grace, where the gods have mercy on your soul and you get a second chance. No more crackpipes and over 40' swinger parties. Imma new man and I be whoever I gunna be.

Well that day is today and I am ever thankful that I got to lay eyes upon a beauty as fine as you. I would love to meet up some time? My place for scramby eggs and coffee? Whaddya say?

x
me

what if one day you woke up and your nipples were completely gone
like no scars or anything, just flat skin
and then once you leave your room you find out your dad died last night
and then several days later, you find out that for your entire life your dad had been sneaking into your room while you slept
and sucking on your chest to make to gigantic hickeys where your nipples should be
because you were born without them
not for any sexual reason, just so you would fit in

god bless you dad

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