I can drive and it's brilliant

And quite lately I've been up for a rant.
Firstly girls please, stop being so dumb. Guys aren't sweet, guys aren't special and guys aren't always looking out for the best. They'll sit and watch the stars with you to please you, watch a romance with you, write your name in the sand and make your favourite breakfast in bed...if they want a bit. It's always been the same and it happens in age loops, it doesn't end, it never will. So don't complain if they mess you about, you let them in. Also, don't say I didn't warn you so, it's your fault now.
Secondly, James, Dan and Luke. Top notch lads, , going out with you all, even though each 1 is utterly different, it's a brilliant time I have with you. Lets keep it going, MY CAR IS FIXED NOW, I'm up for a special drive.
And thirdly, the "myself" bit. Here's an insight. I'm highly spur of the moment. I never know when I'll be home, because about ten brilliant ideas will spring up on the 5 minute walk home, and I will always end up following at least 1 through. I really enjoy that side of me. I pretty much will do anything, and getting my cock out an awful lot is sadly included in that. I apologise for those few hundred who must have seen it by now...especially Dan. I'm highly causious on how i look. I like to try nearly all the time nearly always too much. I don't care. I'd rather try and look brilliant than be care free and look pants. Thats just who I am. I've never been happy with my tummy so now something's being done about it. I joined the Royal Navy on October the 19th and got fit, but i got trollyed one night i wasnt meant to, slept walked and pissed on the class leader in his bed while i was still asleep (he was a knob anyway). Going in again soon i hope...