Internationaly Posting 2
Since I've got readers from countries, where portuguese is not the main language, I decided to write another one for them. This time I'm gonna talk about... me.
My body is run by two vital organs, like everybody elese's bodies. The brain and another vital organ, the penis. And this is not too bad, you say. But I'm mainly run by the penis. It's not my brian who makes the decisions, is the little one downstairs. Is the penis, dick, cock, that little son of a bitch, who calls the shots. He is the big boss. He i the one who pumps blood through my body and has the brain activity at 100%. If it points forward my brain tells me to go forward, if it's down, I'm down, when it doesn't have sex for a long time, I get borred and angry, if I have sex once, it wants more. It never stops, it's always ungry and wanting more and more and more. This is the most pure of truths. If an alien abdupted (I believe this is the right word) me and said: "Take me to your leader."; I'd strip down to my nakedness, stick it well up and say: "Here you go. My leader."; and the freaking penis would even give orders to the aliens. Trust me. For 20 years this was fun, but now it starts giving me some problems. I think I'm going to have to cut it off. My Third leg is controling my life. Even when I got a job, it did all the work. And recieved the cheque in the end of the month. It has a seperate bank account which I didn't know about. Now says it wants to get married. I'm desperate.
Other thing about me is that I am some kind of a geek, so I was bullyed all the time when I was in school. You know how bullys like the geeeks, don't you? I used to wear glasses, really big ones, and look like a computer freak. Every day they bullyed me. But even the other geeks bullyed me. With a valid reason. I never liked Star Wars, never played Dungeons and Dragons, and, in fact, I never liked that much of computers. I always loved the girls, real girls, not the ones in internet or comic books, and I had my way, I scored, I did. Which made them deslike me and bully me, as well as the other kids. Imagine loosing your lunch money to a guy with his pants on his knees, huge glasses, a note book in his shirt pocket and a computer under his arm. It's bad. Once again, my penis costed me something.
I have nothing else to say today. I'm leaving now. Farewell.
P.S.: If anyone knows a good chopping technic, please help. I want to do it, but without spilling too much blood.
My body is run by two vital organs, like everybody elese's bodies. The brain and another vital organ, the penis. And this is not too bad, you say. But I'm mainly run by the penis. It's not my brian who makes the decisions, is the little one downstairs. Is the penis, dick, cock, that little son of a bitch, who calls the shots. He is the big boss. He i the one who pumps blood through my body and has the brain activity at 100%. If it points forward my brain tells me to go forward, if it's down, I'm down, when it doesn't have sex for a long time, I get borred and angry, if I have sex once, it wants more. It never stops, it's always ungry and wanting more and more and more. This is the most pure of truths. If an alien abdupted (I believe this is the right word) me and said: "Take me to your leader."; I'd strip down to my nakedness, stick it well up and say: "Here you go. My leader."; and the freaking penis would even give orders to the aliens. Trust me. For 20 years this was fun, but now it starts giving me some problems. I think I'm going to have to cut it off. My Third leg is controling my life. Even when I got a job, it did all the work. And recieved the cheque in the end of the month. It has a seperate bank account which I didn't know about. Now says it wants to get married. I'm desperate.
Other thing about me is that I am some kind of a geek, so I was bullyed all the time when I was in school. You know how bullys like the geeeks, don't you? I used to wear glasses, really big ones, and look like a computer freak. Every day they bullyed me. But even the other geeks bullyed me. With a valid reason. I never liked Star Wars, never played Dungeons and Dragons, and, in fact, I never liked that much of computers. I always loved the girls, real girls, not the ones in internet or comic books, and I had my way, I scored, I did. Which made them deslike me and bully me, as well as the other kids. Imagine loosing your lunch money to a guy with his pants on his knees, huge glasses, a note book in his shirt pocket and a computer under his arm. It's bad. Once again, my penis costed me something.
I have nothing else to say today. I'm leaving now. Farewell.
P.S.: If anyone knows a good chopping technic, please help. I want to do it, but without spilling too much blood.
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