Rest in peace, dear friend.
Capt'n's Log
Current Log: The Swiss Roll
This month's lady problem is the backlash slasher movie, again. Doesn't happen to me often, but when it does, I'll tell you what. Like dialysis where half of my body weight and life force, in blood, is drained out of my lady hole. Iron pills, red whine, coconut donut= my one shot at living to see my grand daughter's Bat Mitzvah. Next year in Jerusalem. The other fucking awesome thing I've realized is, peri fucking manopause. That's what's wrong with me. Speaking of backlash. It's not nice, will not be nice for the next 8 years. People will be cut, there will be blood on the walls, and not just squirting from my PUSSYHOLE, either. I'm sorry. All friends and loved ones should dump me now, before the going gets tuff.
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