be me

Heading out for a night on the town to court some ladies!

I donned my finest XXXL Dragon Ball Z Hawaiian shirt and my cleanest pair of cargo shorts and prepared to go a-wooing!

I wander into the local discothèque and find a good spot in a corner where I can hold court with some erudite women!

I start winking and beckoning to every potential waifu who walks by, but to no avail! I even tried shouting at them from across the room! Do they not realize that I’m wearing my lucky socks???

After about 20 minutes the bouncer tells me I have to leave, because people are complaining about the smell. Apparently my viril musk was overstimulating some of the patrons…

Disgusted, I wander home. It’s just as well, with so many damned lesbians evehwhere what hope does a gentlesir have of finding true love?