Son of man, a man in time you’ll be… I’ve said the epitome of manhood is fatherhood. “That’s the measure of a man.” “Is that, is that, is that how you measure a man?” So what is my value then? What’s the kitchen’s value? Ant bastards. I’ll B Around V
Saturday, September 12, 2026
Legacy 073 -I’ll B Around V-
Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Trillionaire right now… Promise? I promised Braxton I’d be a billionaire, and he’d have a big yard to protect.
Yeah, I also promised his dad would be with a woman with huge fucking yabbos.
Lunalesca, I’m working on it. M Anime’s are perfect… But if I ever have a chance with Jane Vickers, Angie Griffin, or Anna Bianca, to name a few. Lunalesca? Younglings?
Honestly, that was a big promise to my firstborn son. Braxton would become a big brother and have several siblings to protect. All that time I was around promising, Lunalesca.
“Poor, all my life I’ve always been poor
I keep askin’ God what I’m for
And he tells me, “Gee, I’m not sure…”
Skid Row
Not doing! However, now there’s his little brother Virgil. Virgil the Valiant, Victorious, the fifth… B III plus 2-V. Virgil, if anything, is scared, sleepy, and very much my son.
However, like his potential future stepmom, he needs constant reassurance that he is loved. His life has value, Lady Lunalesca.
“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000
And that’s what he and his stepmom don’t seem to understand. Comparing My Boys to M Anime again… SIGH. She’s going to be pissed. But first, I’m not saying she’s a dog, in any sense. Second, I value Braxton, Virgil, and her way more than so-called humanity Lunalesca. My Boys are little gods. “I said he doesn’t look a thing like Jesus,” my Braxton, Lady Lu. “He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus,” my Virgil, either. M is My Goddess. “More than a woman to me,” that’s my M Anime. But I lack Calvin Richardson’s eloquence, my lady. M often tells me about the men around her. “Ugly men. Vicious or blubberous. Men with appetites too unseemly to speak on.” M Anime, “Our Mrs. Reynolds”
First off, My Mrs. Bradford… “Maybe someday. You and me can run away. I just want you to know. I wanna be your Romeo. Hey Juliet.” Something else needs singing.
Secondly, Lunalesca, she doesn’t tell me what these guys look like. If one of them were a muscular Native American man who spoke Spanish and Russian fluently, lived surrounded by nature, or owned a farmhouse, promising her a pregnancy tomorrow.
Yeah, I’d never see her again. Thirdly, “appetites?” That’s coming from the guy who needs two Asian women, a mom and daughter duo, and a gymnast restarting my fapping count.
Eww! While M and I’ve talked, she thinks she’s valued only for her vagina. Yabbos.
What’s my value? Ask the ants! I’ll B Around V
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Will
