Dr. Zoidberg,
I notice my checking account keeps getting money withdrawn to pay your bill, while my problem(s) persists. I'm considering seeking another therapist.
However, I will post my feelings/thoughts over the last (what day is it?) day, or so.....
...One day started when, waking up, seeing a stiff, black (jungle fever, do you mind?) body laying next to me....... I immediately recalled my purchase on reald*lls.com, and since I wake up every day wondering whether I'm coming or going- thanks to booze, weed, and coke; I thought nothing of it. However, not too long after, I went about my usual wake-up routine: I contemplated suicide; I then decided I needed to **** first, but then I decided I wanted some tea to help make the **** come out more smoothly, and help me piss out all the poison, and fart out all the....Well, you know. I proceeded to do that, while letting my dog outside to bark her head off-- at, which I just realized-- 5:45am. I took my pot of tea from the counter, when I looked at it, the refrigerator. "Oh no!!" I shouted, but I opened the door, saw past the quarts of soy milk that I had bought at the store just to be able to avoid the demon.......Which is the ice cream! I took out the bucket-shaped carton(which was completely full), and brought that along with my tea, accompanied by a spoon, down to my dungeon. I of course just HAD to add half a bottle of honey, MMmMmMM....
So, while eating IC and drinking tea, I decided to go on the internet. I went through my usual route of pages, and (like always) capped it off with a checking of my bank account's balance. So there I was, halfway through my honey-topped ice cream, when, to my fright, I see..........NOTHING! No total for my real doll order! Okay, that doesn't mean anything - I said to myself, not with enough enthusiasm to fill up the rest of my half-empty carton. So, with the carton in my hand, I got up, walked up the steep (so they seemed) flight of stairs, and up another, longer(1) flight of stairs, all the way to the room where I had awoken. I stare at the figure, interpreting in my head, maybe she just looks real! Maybe it just hasn't shown up on my account yet, maybe those bastards are just taking too long with the process!!!!!!! After walking to the body, and touching it, I still convinced myself that maybe, it just felt life-like. So I went ahead, touched the (bleeding) vaginal area, and that's when (without feeling) my hand gripped the carton so hard the ice cream seeped out of the broken cardboard, and enough of it, along with the honey, drizzled down onto the once-alive-body.... By then, I just flipped out! Like a fatass breaking their pointless diet, exploding after having eaten a few cookies, and due to the guilt, just kept plowing them down-- I knelt down, or pretty much landed on my hands and knees, halfway on top of this corpse (too late to worry about her comfort now!!), and just started licking all of the sweet, tasty honey off of her......And the ice cream, oh you would have loved this tasty dessert!
And afterwards, I did my pump-and-grind with her, I mean she's already dead, might as well serve a purpose, since she's just taking up space, in my home!!!!!!!!!
.......Soooo.. This actually happened today, and similar events happened in the past weeks, though I can't remember the details, due to the substances I've mentioned earlier. I do remember the faces, the eyes opening wide, during the few times they had the chance. Most of the time, I grab them when they're sleeping, or passed out, whichever. Well, sometimes from behind too, so I don't have to see their faces. Unfortunately, it doesn't always work out to my convenience. Anyway, I'll quit babbling now, I'm pretty out of it, I think I'm going to find out if there are any parties going on tonight, maybe it will help me forget about last night-- er, I already forgot about last night-- but today, this morning.......
Copyright 2008 Thomas S. Wolansky
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