Here's an orgy of material for you.
"I gotta tell you, I've got boys"
I have no boys.
"4 of the girls"
I have three girls.
"the one boy who sold a pound of oregano to a Mexican guy"
No boy, no drug sale.
Have yourself a party. And if you really don't drink, you really should.
And it might help if you and some professional figured out why you dislike me so much. You are giving me free rent in large parts of your mind for extended periods of time. I'm not worth that. That has to be a miserable way to live.
There is an entire life out there. Live it.
Arf