tonight i sorted one more doosh* from the doer-pile*. How? Simply by his actions. He grabbed my balloon and let it go. I watched at it precariously dangled above my grasp. I watched as i tried to claim it back. i watched as one of my other friends tried to reclaim it on my behalf. i then helplessly watched as it floated too high. "don't worry it will come back down" said the said friend. It didn't. I watched as it floated high above and got caught in a gum trees high limbs. It was at this stage that the looser that had pulled out my very happiness out from my hand spoke. "i feel as if i am watching something beautiful. i feel as if i let something captured go"
No bitch. yes you are watching something beautiful happen... my dreams shatter. But really you pushed a friend away and set them out into the wilderness where they will inedibly die and pop and no-one will enjoy them but actually see them as pollution. You reduced everything my friend stood for and robbed it of its very existence... to bring joy. you are in fact the very definition of a doosh and i will never have sex with you. i hipe this was actualy your aim and in which case i wish you the very best in your gay career, however i think you may find a very many gay guys actually love helium balloons as well and really quite honestly you will have a hard time finding people to lay you.
till next time dick face.
*A word looked on up urban dictionary by those who can't spell douche properly.
**The selection we take our guys for sex from.
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