I almost forgot why I hated Myspace, but now I remember.
No matter what I do, attractive females in no clothing want to be my friend.
They want me bad.
They'll do anything for me.
Including, a "web cam" show.
They'll "chat."
They'll even show me their boobs.
Normally, I couldn't refuse this offer.
And I know why they want to be my friend.
Look at me.
Stare into my eyes.
I know, I know.
Hard to resist.
I am hard to resist.
Porn stars even want me... BAD.
Even gay men in some instances.
I should start a tally.
I should write a book, actually.
A book on how my beauty attracts women with no clothes on.
It would be a best seller amongst young men wanting "some."
I could use the money I make off of it for good.
I could make my own website.
One specially made for females wanting to check me out.
Only, I would let them down.
I wouldn't offer free web cam shows.
Or chat with them.
That kind of website probably wouldn't be good anyway.
Use the money for good.
I'd feed the homeless.
Clothe the prostitutes :)
Play with the children.
I would do good.
I would try to manifest the Kingdom with the power of God.
All because I hate Myspace.
But really, because I hate the girls that are in love with me on Myspace.
I don't really hate them.
I just hate the fact that they're pornstars wanting me to check out their rock hard, malnutritioned, and incredibly "used" bodies.
Why couldn't they be awesome Christian women?
Why couldn't they love the fact that my hero is Brenna's '76 Trans Am?
It's ridiculous.
Just ridiculous.
I'm done though.
I just wanted to rant about how hot pornstars think I am.
or... wannabe pornstars...