No Brain, no pain

Irony, the opposite of wrinkley

So I decided to put the Tinder story line on hold. I have enough going on in my life right now that adding the possibility, no matter how remote, of dealing with messages, notifications and such going off, or the possible 2 am booty calls for people with ilium, ischium, and pubis fetishes. I think it would be better if I had some more flexibility in Paddy first. I’d like him to be able to get him into more positions and such. Right now just having only one fist isn’t enough for Tinder, certainly not for Grindr.


Paddy: Oh shit it closed! what was it called again?
Narrator: Grindr
Paddy: I don’t have a grinder picture
Paddy: oh wait this is it
Patrick: I told you you’d get lost putting so many apps on at once
Camera Sound effect
Patrick: Did you really just post a selfie with my ass in the background as a profile pic?
Paddy: Profile pic?
Patrick: Yeah tind….rrrr…aaaa instagram pics are good too
Paddy: I should go make dinner. People love pics of dinner
Narrator: invisible forehead slap