It is my birthday and no, I did not hire a whore to service me. While, initially the thought was very appealing, I concluded that intimate relations with a street walker would most likely lead to a venerial disease and eventually the amputation of my penis. Therefore, I now intend to hit on pleasantly plump, loose moraled bar flies, i.e. fat sluts, at a local drinking establishment. Odds are if I am succesful with a local pug nosed oinker I will be a babies daddy in short order. Wish me luck.
Go to Hell