New Years resolutions. I don’t know if I like them mang. What the poop is the point. This year I wanna blog more and jerk less, I wanna jog more and eat less. But we all know that my blogging is gonna be as sparse as my sexual partners, and my private time with my penis will continue to be the only light in my life, the only regular and extremely frequent thing I look forward to. And now since you’ve got me on the topic of my sexual partners  I want more. At least twice as many ladies, with half as many diseases. It would be good (chlamydia free) year… Now that I’m saying all this I kinda get it, I want all these resolutions to happen. I know they won’t, I’d be fucking scared if they did. I’d have to change my name, I’d be “Kyetheskinnyguywhoblogsregularlyandalsolikestosometimeslickbutts”. It just don’t have the same ring to it, but I like the idea anyhow. Maybe next year… 

Did you make a new years resolution? why doncha tell me what it was (if its funny.. If it’s not I don’t give a stinky Hitler mustache).

OH!! on a side note my mustache Is coming in so full!! its like someone glued a bearskin rug above my lips. And its awesome, bitches want to sit on this face when they sees it.