A Guy Named Mathew
A Guy named mathew.
Mathew is 21. He likes racecars and superman icecream. Mathew was raised mormon, but Mathew is a rather bright lad.
One could assume it is only a matter of time before he slips into an existential-crisis fueled depression, thereby becoming an adult.
The process is something of a barmitzfah for the rest of us that didn't have the advantage of being born jewish.
Mathew is on the college basketball team, and he's had quite the season! Mentioned in the paper on numerous occasions, the articles are cutout and taped to his fridge.
Mathew is widely accepted and loved by his peers. But his peers aren't the only ones that "love" him..
Everyday about an hour after practice is finished, Mathew goes back to the locker room.
There is a hole in the fourth wall, and he places his genitals through said hole whilst you suck them.
You sick fucking piece of shit. They should execute people like you.
Every night before Mathew goes to sleep he soils his pants and whistles dixie because the writer doesn't know where to go from here.
The story has been concluded.
A Guy named mathew.
Mathew is 21. He likes racecars and superman icecream. Mathew was raised mormon, but Mathew is a rather bright lad.
One could assume it is only a matter of time before he slips into an existential-crisis fueled depression, thereby becoming an adult.
The process is something of a barmitzfah for the rest of us that didn't have the advantage of being born jewish.
Mathew is on the college basketball team, and he's had quite the season! Mentioned in the paper on numerous occasions, the articles are cutout and taped to his fridge.
Mathew is widely accepted and loved by his peers. But his peers aren't the only ones that "love" him..
Everyday about an hour after practice is finished, Mathew goes back to the locker room.
There is a hole in the fourth wall, and he places his genitals through said hole whilst you suck them.
You sick fucking piece of shit. They should execute people like you.
Every night before Mathew goes to sleep he soils his pants and whistles dixie because the writer doesn't know where to go from here.
The story has been concluded.
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