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Insane Mathematics
Having been brought to the brink of my sanity, I now realize that you two sisters are the trippiest of trips.
Number One uses Number Two to drain my energy. The sum of all of my desire is too large of a number. I’m the man who once got bitten by a girl because I banged her too much.
Number Two uses Number One to keep me around as a slave. That’s what I get for being such a “nice guy”, which is spelled p-u-n-k-a-s-s-p-u-s-s-y-f-i-e-d-n-e-g-r-o.
Number Two used to want to be Number One. Don’t try to deny it, either, Two. Even Ray Charles could have seen the crush you had on a brother.
Number One worries she’ll be subtracted from my life because her age is increasing in number. As if I’m only hung up on looks. Ladies, please! I am known for my appreciation of the Older Woman.
When you add one and two together, you get Three. And that third party is me. But my thing is that I’d love to have a threesome. But if I insisted upon a ménage-a-trois, I’d end up with zero.
Being in this emotional ménage-a-trois, however, has always been acceptable to the women involved. As long as I only sleep with One, am an errand boy for Two and don’t get caught creeping with a third woman.