typing and fucking is near impossible if you're a girl! Dudes have it easy if they can accomplish a one-handed routine and know their way around the keys, but there are still times when you just can't focus on answering the Dumb-Dennises and Donnas out there asking you stupid questions like "Do you wanna see my cock?" or my favorite, "Touch yourself for me please and tell me how it feels!"
First off, no girls are ever truly touching themselves while typing to you via your favorite social networks. They would get gooey fingers and slime up the keys to the computer if they were honestly doing it. And do you really think if I WAS playing with myself that I would stop, at the most pivotal moment...to type "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! IMMA CUMMING"?????
not only is this stupid and ignorant on your behalf, yes I know there are women who have such high expectations of their beaus when they sweet talk them too with their incessant "Stroke if for me baby" and "I'm so wet for you right now" and expect a guy to stop stroking to tell her they are shooting the sky with a load of love for them.
Let's get real here. Beyond personal phone sex, or the 900 kind for those of you too fucking ugly or too much of an asshole to have a significant other (they do have phone sex lines for chickies to call as well so it works both ways), no one is jacking off writing you a note, chatting on the wall, sending you an email or private instant messaging you. No one in their right mind anyway.
If you like someone, then tell them. If you want to spend time with them then make a point of getting to know them, even if from afar. Think about the action of things. Do you really want to go there? Would your momma be lying in her bed next to her laptop and digitally playing her "own" music while typing you a sexual thesis on what to do to yourself if you were her beau? It really makes one sick to get these drive-by sexual escapades and it makes me sick when I do. I love lovers talk and even love to get down and dirty and all of you fuckers know this. But really, my computer cost over $800 and me sticking my sweet, cinnamony-creamed fingers all over the keys just isn't gonna fly! SO....Zip up your fly, go peruse my photos and have a fucking blast but don't think for one second you got me horney showing me your dick in private message or typing me your stupid shit! As for dick pics and twat pics....seriously? I have seen a LOT of "junk" via web, porn, mags and in real life. There has been only one vagina I felt was noteworthy and considered "pretty" enough to want a pic of it and I kissed that girl and she liked it! Dick...I have had more cock that Colonel fucking Sanders and none of them were as pretty as his gobblers! So keep your junk in the junk box, your sticky fingers off the fucking pc and give a bitch a call if you like her and TALK!!!!!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
Mobe's days
The day's disdain shall never refrain from the pain that the rain will wash away. But tomorrows sorrow shall give cause to claim that today's was just yesterday's gain
This is a free thought process to which I intend to entertain and insiniuate debate and humor into what I consider a banal universe. I implore you to leave comment or critique and also to question my purposes if you so desire. It is my intent to invoke creative thought and even a new perspective, though I do not expect all to want the invasion of their minds for the duration of my soapbox. I will censor nothing, but cannot promise that it won't be at a higher desk. Enjoy!~mobe
This is a free thought process to which I intend to entertain and insiniuate debate and humor into what I consider a banal universe. I implore you to leave comment or critique and also to question my purposes if you so desire. It is my intent to invoke creative thought and even a new perspective, though I do not expect all to want the invasion of their minds for the duration of my soapbox. I will censor nothing, but cannot promise that it won't be at a higher desk. Enjoy!~mobe
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