remind yourself you don't need a man, or woman, or vibrating latex mammalian-shaped substitute by locking yourself in with some killer tunes, a cliche candle or two, and fingers so dexterous carpaltunnel is imminent at this rate. turns out i didn't play the violin for nothing.
ps - funniest shit ever. i love my brother: oedipus the douchebag
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