You think that’s bad? My first boyfriend thought he was the reincarnation of the Greek God of Dreams. If I didn’t call him Morphaeus he’d get pissy. And the whole time all I fucking thought of was the Matrix, because there is no other Morphaeus in pop culture in the 21st century. So here he is cheating on me with Isis, the goddess of fucking rainbows, and I just want to know why this girl named herself after a group of sand darkies. Because when I think of sand darkies, I think of the Twin Towers going down in 2011, and when I think of that I think of the time that I received dick picks from Bill Clinton. They weren’t the worst I’ve ever seen, but they left a lot to be desired. I can see why he got more ass than a toilet seat but I don’t really agree with it. Whoever was on their knees under his desk had two wrinkled egg sacs of dead sperm to play with. I can’t blame Hillary for going celibate during their marriage. I wouldn’t want to eat rotten eggs and dead babies either.