I think it's pretty clear at present that I put out. Either that, or that I smuggle basket balls.
I was pretty sure that "biological clock" thing was a myth, until you turned 32 and started chasing me around barefoot, wearing overalls, yelling "Ima make you put a baby in me!!"
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To make a long story short, I don't take any responsibility for anything I post here. It's not news, it's not truth, it's not serious. It's parody. It's satire. It's bitter. It's angsty. Your mother's a *****. You like to jack off dogs. That's right, you heard me. You like to grab that dog by the bone and rub it like a ski pole. Your dad? Gay. Your priest? Straight. **** off and let me post. It's not true, it's all in good fun. Now go away.