I don't doubt that a bit, you screechy sociopath.
Anywho, 'sup Em? You know, I've got a theory. All this talk of dick, STD drips and visceral hatred of all things testes equipped sorta makes me think you're one of those type of trap house sex slave escapee's who spent the last four years having strange mens cocks take furlough in one of your handful of holes before finally gnawing your wrist off with your jagged meth eroded chompers and managed to make it to a police station.
And I'm happy for you. Equally happy for those paying customers too, since your unwashed and chained up ass probably had the appeal of a camping trip to California in the uncontained fire zone near the end.
So what do you plan to do with your life now that you're no longer acquiring most of your nutrients through liquid temp man butter? Run for office? Become a serial killing vigilante prostitute a la Aileen Wuornos? Or just bitch about dudes on SG?
We care, Em. Tell us all about it.