Sugartastic Daddy John is a man who knows how fix things. If you need a solution and you can’t find the a-team, and you’re prepared to pay the price, the Daddy is your man. I’ve known the Daddy since he was a baby and we’ve kept each other out of many prisons so I guess you could call us best friends. I needed a software developer to write a program where I continually kick the faces of the members of Bon Jovi. At the very least, it would be a stress reliever and in a perfect world, the so-called band would be no more. Unfortunately unscrupulous Sean ‘The Bookie’ Stevenson heard about my request and now I’ve somehow become a gambling addict. This is no laughing matter. I come home from work, fire up the computer and am forced to pay for the privilege of kicking Bon Jovi. I know, the whole idea is ludicrous although I need my daily fix and the restraining order prevents me from going anywhere near Bon Jovi so what’s a guy to do? At least I have a realistic version of myself rather than the Facebook version:
That cat looks like it’s going to burst any minute.
It’s definitely one fat cat.
All of the pictures that I post of myself on the internet are of me. My fat but gorgeous friend Tillie has had nothing to do with it.
Tillie sounds gorgeous.
If you’re asking if I met Jill Y on a dating website by posting a picture of someone without duct tape on their mouth, the answer would have to be no!
Ah, it’s like the people who post pictures of someone else on dating service sites. Wait, you didn’t do that too did you?
If you’re asking if I met Jill Y on a dating website by posting a picture of someone without duct tape on their mouth, the answer would have to be no!