Pussy isn't to die for, unless you're some incel who can't get laid by a girl because you aren't attractive to them. I actually get a lot of pussy on a regular basis, and it isn't that exciting when you have it so often. (I actually had to stop because I was using sex as a coping mechanism for stress. That shit isn't healthy.)
Now what
is to die for? This bacon, egg, tomato, and mayo sandwich I'm eating after lifting weights and going for a fat ass run. God life feels nice. (Even put spinach and vinegar on it.)
I have a caramel chocolate cow with it. (Coffee, mexican hot chocolate, and caramel with a tiny splash of vanilla. So, fucking good!)
Anyway, I'm gonna go watch some Ren and Stimpy.
Don't be like OP guys. Wanting pussy (or cock, or tits, or whatever)
that badly just makes you into a fucking loser. Not a winner. Sort of like how I was a loser when I drank and made it my entire personality.
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