Oh yeah, and fuck you, I am a rock star! There is no question. I am a fucking Rock Star!
Remember I told you what happened Friday with the company we had. Well, after I messaged you that I wouldn't be back I went to play some music and asked the ladies if they had any requests. You know what they requested to hear, what they wanted to listen to?
They asked me to play my music, you know, the songs that I make up here and record myself and share with you all on Friday nights? That music. So I spent until 6 o'clock Sunday morning with both of those women listening to the songs I made up while we were getting all kinds of freaky.
At their request.
Fuck you, I am a rock star!
I don't really know of anybody but a god damned mother fucking rock star that something like that could even happen to.
By request!
What a world!
Man I tell you. I don't have any fucking money at all like a rock star or even like an average everyday person, but I sure get to have these wonderful experiences that money could never truly buy. Yeah you could pay two women to do what ever you want while you are playing the songs you made up and recorded at home, but you really could not pay them to actually want to hear them while you are getting it on with them and request to hear them and mean it. Money can not buy that.
What a world!
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