A Message From Down Below
ShareWhat can I say, I'm here and you just don't appreciate me like you should. Not like I deserve anyway. All fun and games being forced to play helicopter or slap the hand but how about real appreciation. I take your stress and bag it. I take all the overflow bullshit from work and bag it too. All the frustrations you have over the week, I bag all that up too and what thanks do I get? Nothing. Not even acknowledgement. Instead I have to put up with your hand again or worse is when I end up all orange with lipstick stains and scratches from the fake tanned bimbo with fake finger attachments who thinks its funny to 'leave her mark' on me from those ridiculously long plastic nails. Its gotta stop mate. C'mon get some quality in our life. I do the hard yards so you can live as stress free as possible and thats what you bring home? Mate, seriously. She milks you for everything, leaves her beauty products all through our bathroom and by the way one of us has to tell her it doesn't work and its cramping our style. Speaking of cramped too, those jeans mate.. shit I can't breath in 'em.. and the siamese twins behind me, well hell, they nearly split up.. what I'm trying yo tell you is think of me. Yeah, fair enough I have to do the thinking for both us most of the time and I'm sorry when you get brain fuzz but shit, I need some relief. That's why you're reading this. I have this volcanic anger building up, needing a release and I beg you.. PLEEEEASE see Nat. She knows what to do with me, the way she's gonna hold me in her mouth and lick the twins empty, mate please let me have my me time with her the I'll let you get your head back to normal
Cheers bro
Sincerely,
Your Penis
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