as I said, you have an interesting imagination...I am FAR from lonely, I don't have to behave like the **** you are to have human interaction.
I am very satisfied with my life.
You should try it sometime.
I got that way pretty easily. I don't do drugs, I don't have indiscriminate ***, I have honour with my friends, they trust me because I have EARNED their trust. I have a daughter who depends on me and a house to take care of. In short my life has meaning...yours does not.
Dont' get so defensive, I am sure that you will come across the perfect four legged friend that will gladly agree to lengthy sessions of *********** provided you smear just the perfect amount of Alpo over that festering ****** of yours.
If the dogs in your neighbourhood have higher standards than your typical mongrel running the streets of Lagos might I suggest you write to one or more life sentence serving prisoners and suggest a randy bout of conjugal visits?
But in all seriousness, your need to try and validate the shambolic existence that you pass off as a life is a **** of a telling insight into your scarred psyche, traumatized by your husband getting the **** out of dodge and leaving you to work the streets of one of Asia's most filthy favellas.
And my dearest old trout, I know FACTUALLY that you do not have indiscriminate ***. What kind of man carries a crowbar, axel grease and a car jack around in case he comes across some tired old slapper who has a **** that is sealed tighter than a pharoah's crypt?