Shove it!

Here’s a little act of kindness (and of course, publicity) for those who give it to me.

*rolls eyes*

As some of you know, I ocassionally check sites that refer to my site from time to time. I like to keep track of what’s going on around the world, where my site is being talked about, etc.

You see, I’m a certified A-grade hoarder. I hoard clothes, bags, accessories and such.

Heck, I even hoard love, attention and hate mail.

Anyhoo, there’s another entertaining thread on some Filipino forum somewhere. Trust me, there’s quite a few hilarious posts there.

One thing in particular is this ‘Foxistar’ person who is certainly sure that I want to be a girl but even a sex change can’t change the truth… no amount of money will make me a girl.

Foxistar

It looks like this fucker knows me more than I know myself.

(BTW, I’m not sure whether or not posters can re-edit their posts once they’ve posted on the boards but I wouldn’t be surprised if s/he took it off. Anyway, at least I know… and have seen better)

A sex change?

Me being a girl?

Why on earth would I want mussels on my crotch when I love being a boy, I love my cock, I like jacking off and being jacked off?

I’m not THAT deranged to turn myself into a vagina.

Vagina

Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck.

In any case, isn’t it just adorable?

What’s even more amazing is when this wart-faced douche bag emailed me earlier today.

Endorsement

Then I replied… and he replied…

Replies

And finally…

Last

If I was a handbag designer, there’s no way I’d email "ugly, gay, almost famous" people who WANTS TO GET A SEX CHANGE out of the blue and bribe them with handbag endorsements in exchange for free publicity.

The right way to do it bitch is to at least kiss my ass, worship the third world soil I’m standing on and tell me I’m fucking gorgeous, fabulous, sexy and all things patronizing that you can think of. Once I’ve promoted you, then you can start the backstabbing and the filth.

Not the other way around.

Alas, you did quite the opposite.

I hope my efforts in giving you publicity pay off.

I just fucking love it. People will go to great lengths just to use you… kiss your ass, say bad shit about you, etc.

Fuckin bastards.

When the only thing I want to do is to have fuckin fun.

Nevertheless, I’m glad there are people out there – and these are the people who really MATTER – friends and genuine people – who know better. People who will never judge me based on what they see initially, but based on their own personal experiences of/with ME.

You know who you guys are and I truly appreciate each and every one of you.

I know I OWE absolutely no one any explanation – as you guys have told me over and over again – but it’s things like this that I can’t bear. Don’t worry, I’ll most definitely fine-tune myself and learn to adapt based on my experiences.

Back to the handbag bitch… who’s the bigger loser now?

Me, obviously.

Because I’ve let myself used and gave what s/he wanted.

But frankly, I don’t give a flying fuck.

Shit happens.

Look mate, your handbag concept is nice, in fact, a handful of your bags are quite cool, but your attitude fuckin stinks. Whether or not you get something out of this post you at least owe me a couple of handbags.

May you rot in handbag hell.

*runs off to get a Fendi Spy bag in white mink*

La La Lacoste

As Fashion Week in New York goes into full swing, photos are flooding in, particuary the ones from Lacoste.

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Lauren

Andy

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Loveandy

Follow-up

I knew s/he’s gonna reply in a heartbeat. S/he’s on crack bryanboy.

Coffee

THEN WHO THE HELL WERE YOU TARGETTING?

Coffee anyone?

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Loves it!

Baboosh!

As always, y’all know my email address. bryanboy@gmail.com.