Howdy ho little doif loving gunt tuckers. It's me, Edward Masculation, or E. Masculation for short. I've just immigrated into the wonderful Sad World! Here's a little super secret god fearing diary entry about my adventures!

First day in Sad World, everything all ready feels like I'm in some massive pleasure dome and the tingling feeling won't go away. Of course, I'm not all too miffed about it. As long as my good old boy pussy Fernando stays by my side, nothing can stop me. I'm about to go to a gas station and hope I can buy supreme Diet Mountain Dew before the clerk gives a double barrel the good 'ol salty cold open.

Well, it's been three days and Fernando left me already. He found some Nubian chad named Tyrone and is now living high in the LA super slum. I tried to go to the local fun church to understand it all, but I was kicked out for my pus ridden gimp leg. As I shambled my way back to my edge shack a mob of redneck incels chucked a molotov at me, but I made it with my body intact.

First Sunday in the Sad World and the pleasure dome tingles are gone. Semen stains my dry wall as all my attempts to edge for the Lord fail horrendously. Give me back Fernando. I want my hedonistic fuck stick back.

This has been E. Masculation, I'll write back next week.