In my early thirties, and done i reckon over 300 pussays. I look at my dark member; boy you been working. I look at my health; how did you stay so fresh. But little scares precede big snares. So after what i have been through, I hang my gloves and boots.
On my tombstone, let it be noted:
" Fucked em all, filled none at all"
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over the years i have learnt that no one lacks a mistake or, no one can stay without erring. So they all make a mistake and i take that as a reason for a breakup