I Lied! I really love sluts!

Advice from the family can be important, and since all my elders seem so wise, I am apt to adhere to it. Not to long ago I said that I hated sluts, and now looking back on that statement I was wrong. One of my more respectable elders made it very clear to me that this was a mistake and that I needed to do something to fix it or my happiness and well being would be at risk. The comment was made in a fit of anger and passion, and with my rational head I wish to retract that statement.

LAAAAA!!!! TADA Kaboom! YAY Zen Peace Yum

I don’t hate sluts, and they have a great purpose in this world. First of all, they spread diseases, making sure all those stupid enough to wet hump in the bar restroom die an early death, leaving us gods to rule the earth. Second, they provide a great many activities for the restless weekends. You get to choose from strip poker, tit shots, private home videos, public home videos, humiliation, and if you are lucky, all night twister.

You never know; I could marry a slut one day. You know, it just has to be the right kind of slut. Sluts rock.

For the most part sluts are cheaper than the average date, usually requiring a single drink and a small lunch portion before they are ready to go do your bidding in your bedroom or front yard. Depending on how hot you are, they will love all the same music, as long as they can seem cool by doing so. Try playing something god awful and claiming it as your favorite to some young horn bitch who really wants your nuts and she will be all over it.

Make sure and get that on video; public video.

I still think that a normal person should be careful in dealing with the slut type. You might end up letting one sleep on your couch because they claim to be to drunk to walk, and wake up to a stranger’s mouth trying to undo your pants while you really just wish you could have a sandwich.

I can’t really say I hate stranger sluts either. I have to keep my options open for the future.

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