I have ten minutes to write something. My laptop at home is broke. Something's wrong with the A drive. It won't let me insert my floppy disk. As dirty as that sounds, it sucks.
I can't insert my floppy disk.
I have only ten minu...eight minutes to write something.
Not that anyone reads this shit anymore.
More often than not, I lie awake at night. I lie awake at night with nothing to do. I could masterbate.
That sensation only lasts ten minutes at best. What then?
I remember a Limerick told to me by Luke's dad.
There once was a man from Kurplunk
Who locked himself in a trunk
While thinking of Venus
and stroking his Penis
He filled that trunk with gunk.
I decide to write a Limerick of my own
I think of the suberbs surrounding the Salt Lake Valley.
There once was a girl from Rose Park
Who loved to give head in the dark
While sucking my penis
She called herself Venus
But later I learned it was Clark
And that only took 7 minutes. What now? Maybe I should've masterbated.
I write my masterpiece down in my moleskin.
My time is up.
Have a great weekend