I can be a total asshole like what I’ve managed to be like ever since I learned that rubbing my penis produces a tingling sensation in my genitalia, up to when I learned how to use my used socks, the doormat, our sofa cover, the curtains, or just about anything that can wipe off the mess I just produced from playing with my bird as “Wet Ones”, up to when I last posted in this here blog giving only a hint that I’d be out of commission in a very long while, by simply continuing to ignore you – making your own conclusions as to “what went wrong?” and “where the hell is he now?” I just knew sooner or later I’d be sitting in my bed, in front of a laptop I borrowed from my roommate Tams, checking Tams’ porn movies (which he, apparently, painstakingly tried to hide in a folder he aptly named “Antivirus” – good work, buddy!) every once in while that I get the writer’s block (for inspiration), and explaining my case to hundreds of my readers at 2:35 AM on a Saturday. [And yet I still didn’t manage to post it on time. It’s Sunday already here in Dubai.]

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