It simply boggles the mind how much work I’m capable of getting done in the mornings when all my cylinders are firing. I’d say I get the daily workload of your average cocksucker done within an hour of stepping into my office. If only it were acceptable to have a 5 hour work week, perchance to dream.

Have you ever seen cats fucking? If you haven’t it’s a damn shame and you should probably go outside and find some cats right now. Just wait long enough around a couple of cats and they’ll be fucking before long. I guess cats fuck like all the beautiful land beasts on our precious planet which is to say that they fuck very funny. Undoubtedly you’re the same as me and whenever you see animals fucking you point and shriek in delight at the rapid movements of the male and the emotionless features on both participants’ animal faces. There are very few things in life as marvelous as witnessing the shame exuded by the male while he’s doing his business and the low growls of the female as she says to her mate in the language of the animals, “cum on my face or tits”. It’s beautiful.

Well, it seems I’ve just had a personal moment while reflecting on cats fucking. What I was trying to get at in the rambling paragraph preceding this one is that when I TCB in the mornings the closest thing I can compare myself to is cats fucking. The single minded determination coupled with the rapid, jerky movements, and sprinkled with semen is a perfect comparison to my busy routine.