Testosterone Midget

Excuse me. Are you assaulting me? I can’t tell if you’re bonding with me or trying to knock me out. I’m only letting you punch me in the arm because you have the strength of a sickly baby goat and you remind me of a My Buddy N’ Me doll. But don’t let that discourage you. Keep swinging and head butting me. It’s cute. Maybe if you jump you can reach my shoulder. Don’t forget to curse. Despite the fact you can fit in a Hot Wheel car, your language does make you appear to be a giant of a man. Go easy on me, Goliath. I figure you might be drunk. How many drinks does it take for you? 1 sippy cup, maybe 2? No, wait. It must be all those manly hormones swimming around in your 7 year old body. No wonder you’re so angry. You’re trying to get your dick wet but you shop at Baby Gap. Your pseudo racism is now forgiven! Making a racist comment and then taking it back is hilarious, especially when you do it to a complete stranger. How stupid of me. You’re just trying to bring everyone around you to your level of insecurity and self loathing. Very impressive. I like the combo of physical and verbal assaults Testosterone Midget. I just came out to drink and have a good time and you feel comfortable enough to share your tiny, little world with me. But I don’t think everyone appreciates you the way I do. You deserve someone that takes you seriously and treats you with respect. You’re not some organ grinder monkey or a spermed up sideshow freak. You are a human, emphasis on man. Just take my advice and stay away from human girls. The last thing you need is to fall in a vagina and have the girl thinking she’s pregnant and come after you with a hanger. Stick with gerbils and Bratz dolls. Please, touch me again, Testosterone Midget. I’ll do you a favor this time and crush you with a cotton swab.