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Ok, Don, here is the problem. Have you noticed how many posts you have? You have something like 5400. That tells me that you are spending way too much time on the damn computer when you should be focusing on new ideas to get you out of the funk. You need to find a 12-step program for GG junkies and lay off the ENTER key for a few months.
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Hi My name is Don..and Im a GG Aholic, it all started when I saw some incredible images of beautiful women, and I had a beautiful woman dying to have some great images of herself...I never realized how fast I would hit rock bottom with this addiction, but slowly after time,it got to me.
Very well, where should I begin? My father was a relentlessly self- improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. A sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shawn scrotum. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school
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