THAT'S REALLY ME IN THE PICTURE/ BAKCGROUND I AM ONE SEXY MAN!

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I am living at home time to wakes up..
I'm feeling hungry.

Next paragraph. I'll put toast in the oven.
and begin writing my sexy poetry Ding! looks like my taost is done.. POOF! Oh, noez there's alot of smoke in my kitchen.. Loooks like my oven has broke.. Guess i can buy a new one with all the funds i been saving up.

NEXT FUCKING PARAGRAPH: ONE NIGHT YOU'LL THINK YOU ARE SAFE AND SOUND SLEEPING IN YOUR WARM BED.. BUT THEN.. I'LL KIDNAP YOU TAKE YOU UP INTO MY SPACESHIP AND DO HORRIBLE THINGS TO YOUR PRIVATE PARTS..

END OF FUCKING MESSAGE: New Topic: FUCK ALL HATERS CAN FUCK TO DEATH.

Oh and this user http://www.youtube.com/user... claims to be the most biggest spammer on youtube.
Yet, blocked me.

ROFL!!!




Youtube.com/fuckyoufuckheadfag

He is the whole reason i'm sending you gay comments.

Spam this dude too he is so stupid

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I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.

[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]

This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.