I see all of you new boys coming into the scene,and you remind me of children that have been let loose in a sweet shop with your parents credit cards. Your eyes are wide,the tachycardic pounding of your heart almost audible to everyone in the room,your palms sweaty as you grasp at every possible opportunity to indulge your fetish with every delectable morsel that you see,only to find the experience as empty as the calories in a chocolate bar. Such a let down that you must keep going attempting to consume more and more until you are finally sated,but unfortunately such vacuous encounters will not feed your fetish hunger. They merely whet your appetite for the full course meal which gratifies your bottomless pit of submission.
Time to grow up little ones. Clean your grubby fingers,and keyboard,then pull up your big boy undies,and stop seeking with your eyes,but instead open your senses to the possibility that what you need to fulfill you may not have the shiniest wrapper,nor the tartiest taste upon your tongue. Enrich your palate,and quench your desires,all whilst broadening your scope of experience. Bon appetit :)
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