This is too complicated. What about I shoot him? If he comes back, he really likes me.

I make things up and write them down.

I'd love to write some porn, but I don't know if I have the right engines. When I was a young man and I was tempted to write porn, imaginary parents would appear over my shoulder and read what I was writing; just about the point that I managed to banish the imaginary parents, real children would lean over my shoulder and read what I was writing.

کنار تختش نشستم. سرش را به طرفم برمی‌گرداند و وقتی چشم‌هایش را می‌دیدم اصلاً نمی‌توانستم بگویم او مریض است

Shall I show him in or tell him to go find a short and unpleasant route to hell?

I'm raising jailbait in a valley full of horny soldiers; it is never too early to start drinking.