he lacks the creativity to focus his energies on proper ways to court a woman. his pick up lines are legendary though, and he ain't hurtin for no attention. why the ladies swoon at this bafoon, baffles those running on empty (like me) but he is that playa, that pimp dog hell, running them streets in search of that tail (tale). i could say i'm mad at him, but why? he's gone where i've dared not trek, there's a fox in the hen house and boy is he hungry, to break all them chickenheads necks. there will be no moral to this one here, because this one here will never end. unless, my dear ladies, you grow out from this shady, cut up artist, your sexual friend.Birth sign: Virgo
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