Pussies, with your vaginas in a row, saluting the kings and queens of obsessive-compulsive disorder - and more - you've lost site of the reality...

the reality that going your own way chock-full of yummy goodness is paramount to strive for. Something to achieve. Something to want with every nougaty bit of goodness in your nubile young body.

"I'm done with you," she says, punctuating her curt scream with crinkled face, foot stomp, and door slammed behind in indignation.

... She got you. Dumped... Or did she???

Fuck no.

Every new ending is a new beginning. (And beginnings are more fun than endings.)

And, as Ron Jeremy would say, every old pussy is a new pussy. (Joy.)

The point is this: you should always be looking for your next (r4r) adventure, throwing yourself into the next big thing.

Don't worry about the little missus, she's just there now - or maybe there yesterday... who knows, maybe she'll simply disappear.

Ask yourself; is she there tomorrow, when you start your next journey to conquer the world?