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I can't even get a hard-on anymore. Yet, I still feel the need to squeeze out a little orgasm, a bird-splat of jizz. I ask, with more than a little seriousness, is there any real reason left for me to live for?

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I see a pizza deliverer pass by, stopping for a moment as if checking addresses, and I am licking my lips. It is funny how covetous I am getting for food. I'm not starving. I have plenty of food in the house, but it's no longer choice foods. My pickings are getting slimmer. What I'd give for some sweetbread. My kingdom for some donuts!

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I almost ruined video games for me. Playing "The Ballad of Gay Tony", I realized that Luis, the protagonist, does not have a knife, and they still don't sell them in Liberty City at the Gun Shops. It's not as much fun mugging and snuffing babes without a knife. I don't really care for the readily available baseball bats. I started googling up the Internet looking for locations where I might pick one up. Apparently, there are a couple of places, but I wasted the better part of the evening trying to find those place, to no avail. I was so frustrated and disgusted that I felt ready to give up on video games forevermore. Why is life always so hard!!