More habit forming than any drug or liquor

More habit forming than any drug or liquor I considered myself sophisticated and wise, but the addictive power of texting and subsequently sexting took me by surprise, and impossible mission to neutralize despite experiencing scraping rock bottom as emotional lows courtesy accusations from the alewife, nevertheless communication, envisioning, and flirting with a veritable unknown females generates testosterone filled highs diatribes hurled lambasting me despite trying to articulate faux convincing alibis. As a recent newbie to accessing Facebook (Meta) Messenger (similar to any other social media platform) one offered feature constitutes Friend request option, which function when answered in the affirmative courtesy the recipient activates modus operandi and implied netiquette, where veritable strangers lost in cyberspace immediately finds him/herself linkedin to plethora of potential physical entanglements with members of the same or opposite genders leaving little or no opportunities for platonic friendship the somewhat limited level of familiarity yours truly seeks, apropos to a married former agrarian Norwegian bachelor farmer, barbarian, communitarian, disestablishmentarian, equalitarian, grammarian, latitudinarian, nonvegetarian, sexagenarian, utilitarian, Unitarian, and non Aryan. Though just a run of mill (by the pond) generic guy with negligible qualities to boast before long, I found myself without absolute zero self discipline to cease reciprocating with unknown from across the webbed wide world, and excitement coursed thru every pore of mine for adventure found me blithely engrossed as these not so nimble butter fingers analogous to that sensation, when betting on when my ship comes in (ideally laden with riches) after traveling the seven seas for numerous orbitz around the sun (escaping countless mutinous crisis linkedin with humorous, pirate, or vaccination conspiracies aye unable to avoid an impost courtesy Trump economics, which favors the one percent and impinges those people dirt poor (like yours truly) bumping uglies along the nethermost at risk for becoming indigent reduced to eat burnt offerings vis a vis rotten stale toast. If perchance ye dear unknown reader espy a scruffy Unitarian, sexagenarian reincarnated Union soldier to boot donning dark blue wool uniform consisting of a "sack coat" (jacket), blue wool trousers, a forage cap (hat with a leather visor), and leather brogan shoes but currently spends his senior citizen days as a present day panhandling chap, who makes sounds courtesy his glute after living on beans cue Blazing Saddles, with a cheeky bit part yours truly starred where stage got set at Moyer's dump ofttimes declared a superfund site for air he did pollute.