Oct 25
I don't know how, I can't imagine when, but I've managed to upset my dear friend Todd. He keeps going on about Matt "the angry soul" (a nick name he gave one of my exes) like a whinny little bitch -Um, I swear, Todd, I haven't mentioned him, I'm not playing favorites, give it a rest.
But, just so you'll shut the fuck up, here's your official mention:
Todd Diest is a troll. Ask anyone who's met him, they'll agree with a sad shake of their head and a small sigh of eventual resignation.
He's not only frightening to behold visualy, but he also has a habit of verbaly assaulting any and all with obscene declarations such as "Nice shoes! Wana fuck?" and "Here, smell my finger and guess where it's been" as well.
If there is any reason why therapists exsist, it's Todd Diest.
And yet somehow he manages to convince the most beautiful women to date him...Of course, who's to say it's his fault that they sooner or later try to kill him? And God help me, I love the guy.
So here's to you, Todd. I can't think of anyone I'd rather hit over the head with a frying pan. Or anyone more deserving.
Yes, please, I'd like to see x -rated pictures of nasty butt sex.