Lately I’ve discovered this uncanny ability of mine to make up amazing stories and theories to get things to go my way. It’s like I was some kind of emperor or dictator conveniently concocting decrees to suit my wishes.
Have I found my Beatrice Portinari that unleashes all this so-far hidden wit and creativity? Am I so desperate for sex my brain is working overtime to try and get some? Might be the first option (hopefully) cause this only happens when I’m around this one girl; haven’t mastered the task as to turn myself into one of this nail-them-all studs.
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And I am the constant victim of your decrees... Niiiiiice (Borat style)! Dictator or Emperor, you know how much I like your theories! (K)
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