I was honestly trying to humor your feeble attempt at trolling the nerds of this forum. Your first post was so full of passion, and angst, and fury, so much that as I read your post I could feel a shiver trickle down my spine, causing me to throw my head back, thrust my chest forward and contract my shoulders in ecstasy, as that tingle slowly made its way to my buttcrack, only to end in such a climax, leaving a single moist spot on the front my panties.

But as I continued reading on through your thread, your posts became increasingly unclever and anticlimactic, as if your first post was all the juice you had, but you, bless your heart, desperately tried to continue, with what little wit and humor you had left in your simple mind.

I can only imagine what your girlfriend thinks of your love-making. I bet you are a jackhammer to start, pounding her into oblivion as she screams your name, lavishly stroking your ego. But lo and behold, you fail to see through, abruptly ending in an ejaculation thoroughly announced, yet feeble and anticlimactic. Then, to reconcile the situation, you think it is a good idea to continue plugging her up, with what can only be described as a limp, impotent, sorry excuse for a manhood you possess. She lays there unamused, rolling her eyes, as you flex your bicep and grin in satisfaction. You are the man, in your mind, but your girlfriend thinks otherwise.

Personally, I feel for her. And that is why I am a lesbian.