Man I don't work out evar. I useded to jog but my two big toenails fell out so I quit that bullshyt. I got a ged but a good ass job doing all types of shyt behind a desk in an office where I only recently stopped yackin off to porn on my phone with the door locked.
I'm handsome than a mfer but I hate people irl. Not socially awkward, I literally hate people. I either stay to myself or victimize nikkas irl. Womens are strongly attracted to me which is hilarious cuz I'm asexual n only enjoy sex if it comes with gifts n favors. One of my male cousins gave me a bomb ass blowjob when I was 9 and in turn I coerced one of my younger male cousins the following year into sucking dikknballs. Fast forward about 12 yrs, he kills himself just to pipe it up.
That was it, though, strangely enough I didn't turn into a fruit. Whenevar I wonder what freakin a tranny would be like, I imagine pullin their panties down n gettin ready to eat it n the cuchifrito smells like ballsack n it makes me gag, so no.
I'm 6'1" with an 8" dikk and I love dogs n cats but enjoy hurting animals when they are disobedient. I have a gift of precognition which I use to fool dumb black southerners into believing I have Jesus on the main line. I quit smoking tweeds n cigarettes in favor of alcohol, which has made me even more clear headed, sharp, and socially responsible among my peers.
I once stabbed my kindergartener neice with an ink pen n then shrugged when my sister asked me if I did it. I then made her brother a big bowl of ice cream and didn't make her shyt. I was 25 at the time. I have a problem with staring at my mother n sisters' titties, but I am not attracted to my moms in the least. My sisters, eh, kind of, I admit, a lil bit, I lust fo da griddeen.
I still have warm memories of accusing my olderest sis of wearing "hooker boots" n letting her wrestle me to the ground one Saturday n then kicking her in the p*ssy. shyt was soft.
I once shot a homeless man in the head for talking shyt, although he seemed schizophrenic n probably talked shyt to everyone, but it was like in the middle of the night in wintertime n no one was around so I blasted that fool.
My
uncle used to come stay with us whenevar he would get out of Superjail n be on house arrest n he would always have these hot books lying around, one of which was from like the 70's n had like a 10 page spread of a black breh fukking a blonde cracker bytch n bustin a nut on her bush. I was 11 at the time n I thought that shyt was milk.
For some reason he was role playing as a jazz trumpeter n I think she was actin like a groupie or some shyt. I still remember one pic of dude blowin the trumpet with his eyes all big n his pants down with the blonde chick suckin the tip of his erect penis. To this day, just the sight of a black man playing a trumpet cracks me tf up cuz that pic was always funny as hell to me.
. You repeated the feat in line no.2
You mean that's all I had to do all this time 
lol
s for guys are objective and measurable but for women they are subjective 
