I know most of you are dudes with some magazine shot as your profile pic. You're just sitting there, waiting for a return message so you can say, "teeheehee, I sure did trick him". And then you will go back to your pathetic existence in cyberfuckland. You will probably end up as one of those old men riding an old cop motorcycle during traffic hours, hoping people slow down, thinking you are a real cop, so you can feel important. But I know you aren't a real cop since I've never seen you at my local Dunk-n-donuts. And where is your partner. Another dead giveaway - you are solo, just like you are now, sitting behind that keyboard hoping I answer your bullshit message. Fraud. Faker. Liar. Dude. You are the transvestite of the Internet community, waiting for some unsuspecting guy to answer your message, just so your cock and balls "accidentally" slip free of the rubber band holding them in the tucked position while you are doggy style. No, you won't fool me. I see the bulge and am moving toward the door.
