- Joined
- Dec 8, 2017
- Messages
- 355
So, I'm back in the game. Just quit my job as a grocery store cashier, too many damned queers. It was a sad job. I wanted to fuck a couple of the girls there but I just couldn't do it what with still living at home. Well now I've moved out and can get laid. I want to fuck those girls still but my desire to quit my job was stronger.
I want to say something here that's weighing on me. I have some bumps on my penis. It's in bad shape. I honestly think it's psychological and I just nee to get laid. I don't want to talk about it. I'm just gonna get laid, that's what a bad boy would do. I'll use condoms. That's what condoms are for!
So, I guess it's time to embrace the bad boy, you know, I'm really a bad man. But I know my dick will heal eventually.
Some of the grocery store chicks were really hot. I fuckin hate the fucking coronavirus masks. Covers the face. What is this, fucking Islam?
I told myself, If you're such a badass you can just go back another time and chat them up and tell them you got fired. I'm not running away from the girls, I'm running away from the gay ass job. One girl had a huge ass that was a marvel of nature that I always stared at. I tried to be cool around her, and I was, but it was super weak, so I gave up because I didn't want to be in the friend-zone. This other guy would get her waters and stuff and he was such a chump.
This other girl had a super tight body and was tiny and had super hot eyes, but when I saw her without a mask on she was incredibly ugly. Gross lips.
The instacart girls were almost all cute. The hottest one definitely flirted with me. Blah blah, man. I could go on with the validation stories. You don't want to hear it. I need to get laid, is what's what. Tomorrow I am going to the art museum and have set the goal of getting at least 2 #s.
I want to say something here that's weighing on me. I have some bumps on my penis. It's in bad shape. I honestly think it's psychological and I just nee to get laid. I don't want to talk about it. I'm just gonna get laid, that's what a bad boy would do. I'll use condoms. That's what condoms are for!
So, I guess it's time to embrace the bad boy, you know, I'm really a bad man. But I know my dick will heal eventually.
Some of the grocery store chicks were really hot. I fuckin hate the fucking coronavirus masks. Covers the face. What is this, fucking Islam?
I told myself, If you're such a badass you can just go back another time and chat them up and tell them you got fired. I'm not running away from the girls, I'm running away from the gay ass job. One girl had a huge ass that was a marvel of nature that I always stared at. I tried to be cool around her, and I was, but it was super weak, so I gave up because I didn't want to be in the friend-zone. This other guy would get her waters and stuff and he was such a chump.
This other girl had a super tight body and was tiny and had super hot eyes, but when I saw her without a mask on she was incredibly ugly. Gross lips.
The instacart girls were almost all cute. The hottest one definitely flirted with me. Blah blah, man. I could go on with the validation stories. You don't want to hear it. I need to get laid, is what's what. Tomorrow I am going to the art museum and have set the goal of getting at least 2 #s.
