Nero said:

That was a strap on.

JoeyMFinCoco said:

That explains it all, then. Pretty elaborate strap-on, though.

Nero said:

It's actually still a prototype. Might lose the foreskin. Don't think it would sell that well in the US.

JoeyMFinCoco said:

Are you coming back, Joey?

Heh.

Keep the foreskin. It'll be something exotic and new for the ladies. And it doesn't look that bad. As bad as I imagined anyway.

Nero said:

Let's pretend we're married.

JoeyMFinCoco said:

Why on earth would I want to do that? You've already rejected me enough.

Nero said:

I said pretend. You could pretend not to be rejected and I'll pretend I love you. That's all most marriages are anyway. Just one big fucking joke.

JoeyMFinCoco said:

That's charming and everything, but I think I'll pass and save that sort of thing, pretending or otherwise, for someone worthy of it.

I like(d) you, Coco-poo.

Nero said:

Oh well, maybe I can get my ex interested in toying with me for a few months before dumping me again.

JoeyMFinCoco said:

Maybe you can. Why don't you go try and see?

At least I can claim youth and inexperience. All you can claim is being a dick.

But you're not a dick, not really. Just on the org.

Nero said:

..but I must be a dick really. There's no other explanation for the shit going on in my life.

JoeyMFinCoco said:

I doubt that, Coco, dear. Ever hear the cliche, "bad things happen to good people?"

And the ever-lovely, wonderful Lloyd Cole said, "The reason it's called a cliche is because it's true."

Take that for what it's worth. Of course, bad things happen to bad people, too. So I guess you must just realize, life happens, and it can't all be happy, and there's no fucking point to any of it.

Uplifting, innit?

Nero said:

Can't some of it be happy?

Maybe I should go back to believing in heaven and stuff. Not because I'd want to be there, I mean i doubt anal sex is allowed in heaven, but I'd love to see some bitches burn in hell.

JoeyMFinCoco said:

Some of it is happy, I think. I can remember a few beautiful, wonderful happy moments. There was this wonderful day I once spent, curled up in the ex's back yard with nothing but a backyard swing, a pillow, sunshine, a history book and a squirrel, and the music of Harrison County High School's marching band out to practice...

It had nothing to do with any one or anything in particular, but I sort of wish I could've frozen in that couple of hours forever.

So it does happen. And excuse me for saying, Heaven has very little to do with it.

Nero said:

Screw Heaven, I just want to believe in Hell today.

Number23 said:

What the hell are you smiling about?

JoeyMFinCoco said:

I give up.

Nero said: