
Sometimes i cant help but feel like perhaps the social profit of popping me in my skivvies and reaming me on the web for bucking up against it is what youre after.
I've already pulled out of the race to the bottom that is chasing the numbers to the top. Reaming you is neither special nor new, but a mundane little bonus for a post I spontaneously decided to make. Like hitting the vending machine for a cold orangey one on the way to the office.

Good heavens to betsy the two of you ought to take a long vacay from each other. Its like a feedback loop of DICKERY OVER HERE.
First time you've ever complained about it.
It’s actually #HalJakeDirk, if you’ll consult the graphic in full. Sent from my Cybertruck
Lot of chirping coming from the double-stuffed Oreo at the bottom of the box.
Lot of talk from a guy with no hog to show for it.
I have never needed physical equipment to get the job done to the client’s satisfaction. Some might say that makes me superior to a model plagued by petty human contrivances such as the need for food and sleep, body odor, erectile dysfunction... I could go on.
Always happy to make the fans’ dreams come true. Hit my DM. Sent from my Cybertruck


