Here I am, one of them sick swingers with no morals or values. I can fuck a mans wife and let him fuck mine and feel good about it. Then go home still excited and fuck the wife talking about our experience. We are a menace to society, should be locked the fuck up before our choices destroy the very foundation our country was built on.
And did anyone else hate their parents? The ones that would not let you run wild and scream in a restaurant. Said you would never drive unless you had a job and could forward your share of insurance. The ones that neglected you so they could help take care of their ailing parents. What was the sense in that when they couldn't walk and were ready to die anyway. Told you to eat the shit that was put in front of you at the table, if it wasn't good enough don't eat it or find a better table with food on it to sit at.
Who would believe that I would someday look at myself and see them. That horrible person that helps a neighbor if in need, makes sure the kids needs are met before mine, tell them the same old stupid stories about how we got fresh air and exercise instead of finger cramps from sending those incredible words with no feeling or emotion.
So what the fuck happened when they became adults, why are they not like me? For them saving for the future or crisis that is bound to happen doesn't exist. Maybe they are smarter because when rent and utilities came due they can reach into my bottomless pockets and grab a hand full of cash. But on the way to pay the bills choose instead to get concert tickets and that new 600 dollar cell phone they can't survive without . No big deal they can turn around and reach right back in and grab another handful. No need to bother with a how are you, can I give you a hand with something or spend some time together.
Guess I'm done being a cry baby, no one will read this or give a shit anyway, think I'm going to grab my lawn chair, go out and look at the stars fantasizing about fucking Wilma, seeing the smile on my wifes face as she rides Fred's cock during a cruise on the ocean, might even shoot a load. To bad reality will sneak up on me when I realize that deep picket I worked my ass off for has run dry and there will be no cruise. The kids won't come around anymore or even text because we refuse to give them what must be rightly theirs, shit we don't need it because we have a rocking chair and a remote, what else could we want or have the energy for.
Hum, you know what, I'm proud to be that sick swinger and don't even give a shit if my kids know it. Give me a little time and will tell you again what society should do with my sick ass. But until I get caught and made to pay for my sins it's time to take my cock out and stroke it again wishing I could be with friends, fucking and sucking with until all are satisfied and happy.
Someone help me please and direct me to that magic pill everyone seems to have to make this madness go away.
JUST SAYIN, hum anyone know what the fuck that is?
And did anyone else hate their parents? The ones that would not let you run wild and scream in a restaurant. Said you would never drive unless you had a job and could forward your share of insurance. The ones that neglected you so they could help take care of their ailing parents. What was the sense in that when they couldn't walk and were ready to die anyway. Told you to eat the shit that was put in front of you at the table, if it wasn't good enough don't eat it or find a better table with food on it to sit at.
Who would believe that I would someday look at myself and see them. That horrible person that helps a neighbor if in need, makes sure the kids needs are met before mine, tell them the same old stupid stories about how we got fresh air and exercise instead of finger cramps from sending those incredible words with no feeling or emotion.
So what the fuck happened when they became adults, why are they not like me? For them saving for the future or crisis that is bound to happen doesn't exist. Maybe they are smarter because when rent and utilities came due they can reach into my bottomless pockets and grab a hand full of cash. But on the way to pay the bills choose instead to get concert tickets and that new 600 dollar cell phone they can't survive without . No big deal they can turn around and reach right back in and grab another handful. No need to bother with a how are you, can I give you a hand with something or spend some time together.
Guess I'm done being a cry baby, no one will read this or give a shit anyway, think I'm going to grab my lawn chair, go out and look at the stars fantasizing about fucking Wilma, seeing the smile on my wifes face as she rides Fred's cock during a cruise on the ocean, might even shoot a load. To bad reality will sneak up on me when I realize that deep picket I worked my ass off for has run dry and there will be no cruise. The kids won't come around anymore or even text because we refuse to give them what must be rightly theirs, shit we don't need it because we have a rocking chair and a remote, what else could we want or have the energy for.
Hum, you know what, I'm proud to be that sick swinger and don't even give a shit if my kids know it. Give me a little time and will tell you again what society should do with my sick ass. But until I get caught and made to pay for my sins it's time to take my cock out and stroke it again wishing I could be with friends, fucking and sucking with until all are satisfied and happy.
Someone help me please and direct me to that magic pill everyone seems to have to make this madness go away.
JUST SAYIN, hum anyone know what the fuck that is?
Got one but he is on tour right now.
Sometimes its nice to just let the crazy out, huh?
"I. Do no wrong to thy neighbor.
II. Observing this, do as thou pleasest.
II. Observing this, do as thou pleasest.
If you wear sweatpants there will be no pockets for your grabby ungrateful kids to empty! Time to let them start learning lessons, they won't like it or you for a while but they'll be better human beings once they learn to take care of their own messes... good rant, by the way, hope self reflection with a hand on your cock helps to take the edge off xoxox
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Define normal. And I prefer to not be normal