D.S.: Okay, time to declutter the inbox a little! You guys sure sent me a lot of trash...
D.S.: How is it my fault that K.E.W.K.s followers can only use their communal brain cell to try and estimate how big my dick is...? :/
D.S.: Ooooh, where did you get THAT idea? [laughing] But that thing you’ve been calling ‘Sal Fisher’ for the past eleven months and myself are not equals, if that’s what you’re implying.
D.S.: [laughing] Oh, I’m all that and more, baby~ ;)💙 I wish you all could have seen its face when it first saw me... I thought it was gonna piss its little PJ pants!![cackling]
D.S.: These are... actually not the worst guesses ever. Beats ‘Dick Shit,’ at least.
D.S.: [sigh] There it is again. Mitchie and the chew toy have been calling me the same thing since I got here... it’s so annoying....
See, I don’t really like that word. It’s just so... childish. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a big boy now. I wipe my own ass and everything. I’m well past the ‘monster’ stage....
D.S.: [cackling]
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Ahahah, aahhh... okay, maybe I should give the kouhai a little more credit: you can use the brain cell to guess my dick size, AND for basic reading comprehension! WOW! Good job everyone, gold stars all around. Now, go take a well-deserved nap, all that thinking must have really tuckered you guys out... ~ ;) 💙
