Digging Ditches vs Dial-Up
God does not want me to be online and tell you about all the amazing pussy down here. In fact, he hates the thought of me tell you about it so much that he has condemned me to Internet Hell. Why, you ask? Because he is a cock blocker. A cock blocker of such magnitude that if you even tried to fathom just how big a CB he is, you’re mortal head would just implode.
Honestly, why would you even claim to have the internet if I could get information faster to you via currier pigeon? “FREE INTERNET HERE” the sign says on the door. My ass. I guess it could be worse, I could be digging ditches somewhere or sold into labor slavery in India.
OK… Pssst… God is not paying attention right now so listen up. Last night we went to a local disco in the barrio, danced salsa until 4am and drank so much Rum that it is a real challenge to type at this moment. I’m pretty sure I had sex with two girls but I was tossed, as far as I know one of them (or both) could be trannies. Not that it even matters right now bec… ah shit, he’s coming back and looking over here, I’ll catch back up later when the big CB is sleeping.