Drunk. 10am. I will forget about this so fuck your criticism.
Plot be stressed, check the avatar all depressed.
No direction with a lack of heart, he fiends sex.
Asked sharp nine for some smart pickup lines,
ended up messaging certain, asking for some fuck time.
Witty volunteered, or was it the fox that lubed up?
Either way, deadman found P's grave, told him to suit up.
When plot finally won the newbie tournament,
he lost his V card, joined queenhoney with roofies whorin it.
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