The lust I feel for my own salty dog is a deep void that yearns for the warmth of a thousand mediocre looking women.

Nothing more.

Who am I kidding?

I can't quit. The only thing more addicting than the simulated accomplishment I get from my daily, if not hourly, self-services, is the compelling feeling to brag about it on the vast, guiltless internet. I suppose I'll be posting here for a while longer.