you are so damn bad in bed. i am just at a loss. you suck . and not in a good way. i am amused. at your vast lack. in all you do. you are void of skill. you have nothing, you can even be average at? is the burden of talent, your biggest gift? did you see me enjoy myself? i chuckled. a few times. i did sigh. but i tuned you out. any pleasure was from the tv. that you, are too scared to turn off. the simpsons is a damn funny show. it was not you. this is all lost on you. i know you only watch it as a cartoon. how immune to thinking can you be? did your mom put crayons up your ass? somewhere freud had a boner. you in your socks. as you humped me. the pile of toenail clippings. your nightstand shrine to your cub scout days. dude, that was bad. but to call your fucking mother? the second you rollover? that was as repulsed as i have ever been. and i was a paramedic until i lost my thumbs in that freak accident with the feral mormon children i caught in the wild. so i guess i will go home and take the dog out to lay pipe. that is more sexy to me than having you fail on me. at least i will see a piece of shit. bigger than, i guess any appendage you have. i hope you are gone, when i get back. i will not be back but still find this attractive. all this coming and going and no cumming. four minutes of ho-hum sex. and nothing, but toenail clippings to show for it? i have had nothing to say since you said " look at my weiner". i feel dirty and not in the good way. i wish i did.