Look, it's about time you realised that "your" Jim is either A) a complete figment of your impressively large imagination, or B) some guy who once made the mistake of pretending to be Jim in order to get inside your pants, and has been regretting it ever since. "Your" Jim may not wear jewelry, but THE Jim does. "Your" Jim may well talk to you on the phone, and perhaps you did pop his cherry, but the real Jim is probably as fed up as the rest of us with you stalking him. Poor bastard.
Dave
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