Aww, some hesher hillbilly result of inbreeding misses me and still stalks me online.
Listen you meth head limp dicked piss mop: you are, were, and always will be a charity case. From birth to death, you will always be the recipient of hand outs. (and hands up your ass)
Now go back to the moldy little shit shack your Grammy left you and sit on her plastic covered 1940s furniture and tug away at your nipple-ring and sweat n' puff and try to crank one out to the memories of your first and only erection; the time the older boys on the playground made you fist yourself. Ahh yes, here it comes: The negative attention you beg for and live to recieve.
You will always be a bottom boy, just waiting for some older male to kick the shit out of you and shove stuff in your ass so you can feel something...anything ...as you so desperatly cry out for every moment of your poverty stricken small town existance, Cryin Ryan.

BTW: I didn't even post in this thread, so I'm not sure why you chose to stalk me here once again, but I guess you were horny and lonely and wanted some more abuse so you could try to get that sad limp noodle of yours up one last time before you die as a result of methamphetamine abuse and neglect. (which should be within 2 years)