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With sweat dripping from my forehead and onto my already soaked hand, I wonder " Are all my roommates fast asleep?". As I reassure my sulking, shameful self that they are most likely long since visited by the sand man, I promptly greet myself with a warm, familiar "hello" from my favorite smut ridden youtube parody. Within minutes, well seconds, of finding a worthwhile whore performing demeaning acts of self deprecating stardom, I find my all too expected stiffy to be forming a classic partnership with my own right hand. While a decent percentage of my blood is rushing to my peninsula of meat, I'm wondering "Really? Already?", but the obvious lack of self discipline is rearing its ugly head as I wipe up my self loathing with a dirty old sock. Until next time, I hate myself...