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Thursday, May 19, 2011

I speak

and think in definiteness. There are no maybes. When it comes to thrilling the motherfucking socks off your girlfriend, it's not a question of maybe it will happen, it's a question of when. There are no "I guess so's" when it comes to me. You don't have to wonder if the next conversation you have with me will be boring. My tales will make you want to live vicariously through me. There are no estimates with me. You know every time I bring it 100%. You don't have to predict my next move. I will give you a handbook of the moves I will make for the next 3 years. You don't have to suspect me of anything. Just ask what you ponder. You'll get an honest answer in a half a heartbeat. You don't have to theorize what I look for in a girl. I said it before and I'll say it again: ass and titties. There are no assumptions when it comes to my race. I bleed green and white. You don't have to presume that I can be asshole. I'm like a vending machine. Whatever button you push is what you'll get. Don't take a stab at or take a wild shot in the dark when it comes to my morals. They are more solid than a statue. You don't have to come to any conclusions. My introduction spells everything out. I am Baliwala. That's who I am. You are what you eat, I smell vagina when you speak.

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