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| So many boys. So little time. Such little boys with such little minds. I drown in their beauty and then float with their hot air. It�s the only thing to hold onto. It�s the only thing that�s there. They think they have strength cuz their muscles are strong. Oh wait, I said they THINK?! Excuse me, that�s wrong. They think: GIRLS. They think: CARS. They think both are for play. They don�t handle them with care like the package should say. But they�re so cute and cuddly. Can I give him a name? Oh please, can�t I keep him? All dogs act the same. They bark and they bite and they pee in the grass. They only come home for dinner and when they want ass. People say you can train them, but I don�t agree. I always end up the one chasing when he plays fetch with me. And he won�t jump through hoops . He let�s me play the frog. A boy is a boy is a boy is a dog. |