When you need to know what someone’s job is before you have sex with them, you are the ultimate puta.Last time I checked, the purpose of sex was fun and to get off, but there’s this thing, and you know what I’m talking about. Insert short-haired white guy here. The most non-descript possible. The smallest penis possible. My dick is an old soul. My dick is white and short haired and non-descript. Maybe that can make up for the rest of me. My dick is named John too. I thought you would like that. If I was the dictator, all of y’all bland cunt-faced dickheads would be suffering. Fickleness is your best friend. If it’s at all possible to say the wrong thing to you, I would take great delight in seeing your decapitated head strung up on a pole. A long time ago, I began to question myself why I would reject certain women and reject others, and I’ve come to the conclusion that it was a purely a matter of making myself feel like hot shit. And I’m still paying for it. I’m still paying for stealing cars too. Anytime, I talk to a teenage boy, my biggest consejo is "Have sex with every single girl and woman who is willing." They think I’m joking. I’m serious as a heart attack. "you’ll regret it later." and they laugh like hell. They just don’t get it. So, the subject of this blog is sexual validation. You don’t have sex because you like it. You find a mate who validates you. Why would it matter that your sexual partner is in a band? You don’t know, do you? Well, allow me to explain. It’s because you suck. Major donkey dick. You suck so bad that you don’t even have sex for enjoyment. You go through the motions, and then when y’all are done, you feel like "wow I had sex with this short haired white guy in a band." and you think you’re hot shit. Alert. Earth to Amy or whatever in the fuck typical name you place on yourself. You really really really suck. You are the reason people are able to engage in genocide with no remorse.