I apologize. I feel guilty. I feel guilty because I am indulging in an exchange of words with an entity that has nothing underneath the skull.

You are desperate.
You do not know what to do.
You cannot think of a reply because your brain has never cooperated (if it exists in the first place).
All you do is sit and hold your reproductive organ in hand, moving it furiously so that you might cheer and ejaculate when you find a satisfactory reply to my posts.

Sadly, you never will.

If there is any self-respect left within you, you WILL NOT reply to this post any more.

I am laughing.
I am having fun. 

You do not know how desperately I wait for a post that is worth an actual reply. 

Yours is not. Your post is not worth an actual reply. 

I am laughing.
I am having fun. 

The cavity between your glutes finds itself a need to be filled with a cylindrical object preferably made with a metal.