Martian

Shit, man, those things are so grotesque I just assumed it was some kind of cancer. Glad to hear you're not dying any faster than the rest of us, I guess.

Nobody other than Crompsin has developed freaky Popeye forearms from masturbating too much.

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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said

- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame