Today….was, weird.<\/p>\n
So I wake up at 2 p.m. as always, and then I have this long conversation about how hungry I am. After promptly scratching my arse, this leads me to the closest room with food {naturally it has to be free}, which happens to be the 14th floor. So, with the lift conveniently chosing not to work, I hurdle my arse up the staircase.<\/p>\n
An hour or so later, I make my way back to my room, seeing about 10 messages from an old friend, on MSN messenger. Excited, since I’ve not talked to him in a while, I curiously clicked on his message. Unknown to me, was the horrors that were about to unfold.<\/p>\n
For the sake of protecting the identity of the innocent, let’s call this friend, G, which has nothing to do with Gary Ganesan you son of a cunt. So anyways…<\/p>\n
G: Macha, you there?<\/p>\n
G: Reply Reply!!!<\/p>\n
G: Nudge Nudge<\/p>\n
G: Dei…..reply da!<\/p>\n
G: Bugger, where you at?<\/p>\n
H: Yeah, im back.<\/p>\n
G: Macha….<\/p>\n
Basically, this lead to him whinning about his problem….<\/p>\n
Apparently, G, has this old friend, called C, which has nothing to do with you Cynthia…Nope, not a thing.<\/p>\n
Yeah so anyways, apparently nowadays, Cynthia found a boyfriend {You go girl, I knew even you could do it!}. But G, apparently has this new found problem whenever he meets her, he develops an erection. He also proceeds to tell me how this never happens with any other girl {I’m sure}, but just only with C. C isn’t very hot in the first place, which leads me to question, why would he get an erection over her?<\/p>\n
All signs point to the hormones, or a misdirected flow of blood, but could it be possible G likes C, nah, that’s not fathomable, C’s ugly.<\/p>\n
Anyways, events such as these restore my faith in mankind and states that there is a God, and he loves situations such as these.<\/p>\n
My advice to G? Get laid, it solves many things….<\/p>\n
Passionately yours,<\/p>\n
-Hypo-ErrectimusG XII<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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