mandiblejones
I know a man who's last name is severe. Funny thing is he is very mellow. Quite mild. Even tempered. He keeps a real even keel. Very agreeable.
I thirst. I hunger. I live.
My integrity came into check this week. I was banging this unbelievably hot girl... i mean, you should see her ass. Second to none that rump, let me tell you. But I shit you not, this ho bag has a boyfriend! Now, i don't care about sleeping around, but lying to someone is wrong, and I couldn't be a part of it. SO what did I do? I told her I couldn't be a part of her lie anymore. And what did she do? She tried to blow me. What did I do? I STOPPED her! Integrity folks, sometimes it fucking sucks.
I am determined to fill this entire space before the one minute mark runs out. I worked so hard when i was younger on Mavis Beacon and I believe that has given me the skillset to accomplish this goal. I am back spacing way to much to try and finish. This racea against the clock is stressing me out. I am making so many errors!
Success is the story of my life. I was born and the doctor slapped me with success. When I bought my first ice cream cone, the topping was success. When I graduated college I received a bachelor of winning, with a minor in success. What is success? Me.
I've found my special purpose! You should see it. Its long and hard, and stands almost 4 inches tall! What's more, this purpose has a purpose.
Trusted is my dog, Shadow. Once, in a dark alley, a homeless man was trying to attack me. He reached his hand out palm up in an attempt to upper-cut slap me, but my dog, Shadow, bit his hand off. Thanks Shadow!