OMFG if i even tried to estimate my brain would boil screaming out of my ears.
i look at it this way:
it's a hobby.
to me, it's The Hobby.
i'm not rich. i'm not broke. i don't own a car/Rolex/flat/house/yacht/cat/dog/stamp collection.
now, at an age barely thinkable even a few centuries ago, i'm still sexually active and enjoying carnal delights with women younger than the daughters i don't have either.
i'm still pretty damn healthy. the body inevitably declines, but the accumulated wisdom includes an equally uncountable number of orgasms both myself and with an uncountable number of women who knew how to enjoy themselves.
i'm not sitting in some freezing cold basement in Des Moines jerking off to some Jenna Jameson video while my wife upstairs is plotting with some lawyer to cleave my assets in twain with a legal samurai sword.
as a nerd in high-school who was generally loathed and unlaid, i could never have imagined 1% of the adventures i've had, and i'm a long way from done. if a minibus hops the sidewalk and cancels my contract tomorrow, i hope my life flashes in front of my eyes first because it's going to be a rollercoaster-heaven ride of firm pert breasts, asses you could bounce HK$5 coins off of, smiling eyes and lips wrapped around my cock, and i will slide into hell with the biggest grin in Hong Kong.
to sum up: who cares how much i spent?
Jack | |
