Peepy-poo, you sound stressed. Don't you enjoy your nightly banter back and forth with your friend eeshykins? As you read this now, are you imagining that I am your friend eesh? Do you think that your father would be jealous? Do you get a woody when you read something that you think was typed by eesh?
Why don't you step away from the keyboard, stop smoking, and go to the gym to work on your sloppy flabby physique? How can you expect eesh, David, Brian, and William to be sexually attracted to you when you look like a giant sack of mashed potatoes?
Also, you should work on your wardrobe. Eesh is certainly flattered that you wear camo capris like him, but your tops look cheap and dated.
-signed, your unrequited love interest, eeshykins