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Originally posted by The STE
you should come up to St. Louis. I don't cheat, I haven't broken up with anyone, I hate talking, I don't give a shit if my mom likes someone or not, I don't have any friends, I steal anything I can't pay for, I like groceries since I enjoy eating, and I'm so out of touch with my emotions that I don't need a babysitter for them. And I can roll my tongue
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Don't you have a girlfriend, S? If you didn't I might have agreed to that offer. You are a poster guy for my ideal man. I enjoy a man who is infinitely clever, never out of fucked up and/or intriguing ideas, brilliant, and can communicate with me on a level of intelligence that matches or exceeds my own. (Okay, that last statement was incredibly shitty, but I'm talking S, so I feel the need to be exceedingly honest). I don't care that you have a gargantuan schlong. Your mind gets me going.
You're going to make some brilliant chica really really happy one day, baby. Really really happy. "That sun is gonna shine, gonna shine, in your back door some day."