Before I show you what my friend wrote, here’s a pic taken one drunken night with him (we just had moonshine* made by this Romanian friend - you can tell from our faces):

Keep that face in your mind as you read this:

i woke up from a dream today, very disturbing…….

was being interviewed, or more aptly, having my ass grilled

hardest one was so what did you do for fifteen months after your last stint?

to which i answered without a resounding
er………………………………………………….

it may be the perception of self worth that drives us men to attempt great feats

and the misconception of ambition to strive for success in all manner of fields

but make no mistake….. all actions derive from a singular motif

sublime yet unrelentlesslly demanding

veiled in the virtue of the selflessness of love

its true essence a cacophony of sin

we move not to the rhythm of our own heart

but to the bounce of a great pair of tits:)

What did that all mean?! I have no freaking idea. All I could get from it is that what men do in life, they do it because they’re horny. Is that right, dude!??!

Dude, start a blog lah! Don’t let your fantastic talent of stringing together words of meaning into sentences of none go to waste!

* ingredients were: sugar, water and yeast. I kid you not!