I, Scott Namanny, am the luckiest man ever to wear girl pants. Why? Because my friends are the most kind and generous people a fetishist such as myself could ever hope to know. Not only did they buy me an iPod, dancing girls, and A NEW CAR!!! for my birthday, but they each donated a kidney as well. The only thing that could make this day better would be tickets to this year's Burning Man.
Namaste,
Scott
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So, are you ever going to post in your own voice? -paticently waiting, donnamo
I am no longer patiently waiting. Either you post or you buy me cheesburger. dmo
So, what's going on...you don't love me no more?
Girl's pants..Girls pants...where you been? In the kitchen drinkin' some gin. Girl's pants..Girl's pants where's your daughter? In the living room watchin' Welcome Back Kotter.
You don't sing me love songs, I don't bring you flowers, you hardly talk to me anymore when I come through the door at the end of the day.
I guess it's just like the old saying...You can build a friend a blog sight, but you can't make him write.
I guess, sometimes, you just have a hatful of hollow.
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