Testiclese, The God of Rash Covered Scrotums

In case anyone misses me and has sweaty sleepless nights filled with tossing and turning and rubbing and sweating and moaning and nudity and more rubbing and louder moaning leading to eating cole slaw: Get over it.

The real world beckons. At the moment I'm a busy beaver doing beaver ♥♥♥♥. I'll be on once I eventually realize I hate everyone in beaver land.