idle threats. swinging dicks. what time is it? why don’t you go ahead and go where you go when you go fuck yourself? yeah, that’s right old cat, go find yourself a nice dark corner of a nice old out of the way closet and lie down and commence with the licking yourself to death. the rest of us have tons of things to actually do. if that’s not an option your ego will allow, my only other advice is to just go ahead and get to it already. summer’s coming on and all your hot air is not making me any more comfortable. jesus christ, hit the fan or something. get things circulating. this was a stagnant mess to begin with and you’re just making it that much worse. i mean, it’s obviously not gonna work itself out. the civility of the situation is nonexistent. it’s either grind to a screeching halt or come off the fucking tracks. we’re past the apex now and besides, there were never even any other options to exhaust. but no, you go ahead and be my guest and try to stop gravity and math, good luck. others have tried and failed and ended up weathered and worn and in dire need of touching up. but that’s the way the system is set up. it’s a set up. like it or not, it works. maybe that’s what bunched your panties to begin with? sure, there may be more efficient ways to go about it, but you’ll have to rebuild the whole thing from ground up. it will be a lot of work. and trust me, i know from experience, sitting around pumping your gums isn’t gonna cut it. it’s not even a good place to start.
