Houston, we got a fucking problem, look, there’s no other option. See here’s the thing, I’m such a fucking goblin. Then see these girls, I turn into nothing. Nothing. How do I stop them? I just want to talk, and maybe walk them, to their car or something, just keep it simple, maybe ask them on a date. Yet they’re so beautiful all I want to do is consummate. Fuck the date and the conversation, even though it’s my own obligation, to be a gentleman, always hold the door and let them in. Maybe we could just stare at the ocean, we could drink some magic potion, and drift off, lift off, into the night sky, but really, I’m just wondering why. I’m about to fucking cry, don’t look at me, it’s obvious, and plain to see, that all I want is for you to see, that here am I, so alive, my sex drive, just can’t wait. So won’t you please go with me on a date.
