Wow. Something profound just occurred to me - I have a life. I have a non-inflatable female companion. I have money in the bank and The Family Guy on DVD. This little exchange has been entertaining but all good things must come to an end. I must go back to work now on my inferior pornographic product. My shitty movies don't edit themselves. I'd hate to have to revert back to the cum mop to earn a living.
Strangely you haven't acknowledged that I've accepted your offer of ass kicking. You asked me to "PM" my address to you and I have done it now FOUR TIMES. Yet, my doorbell has not sounded. My lawn has not been trod upon by anyone except my gardener. What gives? Where's the ass kicking? Surely you must agree that it's worth at least 180 days in County because you take porn more seriously than Christopher Reeves takes spinal cord research. Where's the ass kicking you promised? Such a shame that you let me live rent free in your head for all of your waking hours.
In cyberspace Smutmutant is an all-powerful, all-knowing super foe. In reality he's clearly a guy with self-esteem issues and a lot of free time. You feel very important here hiding behind your anonymity and I don't want to take that away from you. After all, it's all you really have. I do agree with you that the "Quasar" name is indeed moronic but it was the best I could come up with at the time. Most people in the business know my real name however. It's never been a secret, unlike yours.

I hope one day you can find true happiness or at least find a female companion who doesn't immediately ask you for payment after you drop a load.

Your Buddy forever more
Quaze

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