So here I am, on suicidegirls.com. Its strange, spending money on something completely intangible that will only show up on my computer screen, but my brain always thought the people on here were kick ass, and my penis kept telling me "Dude, sign up. Boobies. Really nice ones." so I had to give in at some point, lol 
Actually, the conversation went something like this
Brain : Why, these ladies seem lovely. I wonder if I should sign up? But no... there's those kick ass shirts I have been looking at, and I should save some money too. I think I will wait untill later
Penus : Dude, boobies!
Brain : But...
Penis : Dude, now! BOOBIES DAMMIT!
Brain : Fine, fine, sheesh. No need to get all worked up over it... I guess I had better go and sign up, then.
2 Hours later, after many password troubles
Brain : FINALLY! You better enjoy the boobies, man.
Penis : Aww, Im just not into it anymore
Brain : .... screw it. Im going to go write in the journal, thing
And thats how I ended up here
Actually, the conversation went something like this
Brain : Why, these ladies seem lovely. I wonder if I should sign up? But no... there's those kick ass shirts I have been looking at, and I should save some money too. I think I will wait untill later
Penus : Dude, boobies!
Brain : But...
Penis : Dude, now! BOOBIES DAMMIT!
Brain : Fine, fine, sheesh. No need to get all worked up over it... I guess I had better go and sign up, then.
2 Hours later, after many password troubles
Brain : FINALLY! You better enjoy the boobies, man.
Penis : Aww, Im just not into it anymore
Brain : .... screw it. Im going to go write in the journal, thing
And thats how I ended up here