pretty girls

Lately I have realised that I've started to dislike pretty girls. I think it's unfair that they have easy lives which they get just by fluttering their eyelashes. It got worse yesterday when I saw a pretty girl fall over on the street. Her heels snapped and she fell over and I saw up her skirt. Her panties were white with yellow polka dots. She looked embarrassed when she got up and Last night I masturbated to the thought.

I am a mystery wrapped in an enigma that will never admit its roal oar reveal its power level. I am the dot at the end of each sentence. Do you clearly see each ripple in the surface of a poatatoa chip? That is alsoa me. I am many things. I bring character to structure and inchoateness to anticipation. I am the burst of moalecular moation in all exultant exclamations.

PUMBLENUTS ◄──── I am not these, however.