No, I don't think so, if only to annoy the shit out of you. I'd call a limpwristed hairy little gnome, but I don't think anyone is going to buy you being limp of wrist. I mean you must whip your little flaccid sausage so damn often, you must have the wrists of an Olympic gymnast. How about you put down those pictures of hirsute grandmothers and get your hand off it, trying not to be a giant pusbag of epic fail in the process. It'll be a long hard road, but with the help of a well adjusted shrink and the love of a good puppy [since I highly doubt you'll ever get a woman outside of your dreams] I think you'll halfway pass for a normal human male. Good luck.
No, I don't think so, if only to annoy the shit out of you. I'd call a limpwristed hairy little gnome, but I don't think anyone is going to buy you being limp of wrist. I mean you must whip your little flaccid sausage so damn often, you must have the wrists of an Olympic gymnast. How about you put down those pictures of hirsute grandmothers and get your hand off it, trying not to be a giant pusbag of epic fail in the process. It'll be a long hard road, but with the help of a well adjusted shrink and the love of a good puppy [since I highly doubt you'll ever get a woman outside of your dreams] I think you'll halfway pass for a normal human male. Good luck.
.Farmer Brown gives me a shiny nickel for every goat I blow.