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God told me he was sorry he gave me a penis and balls, where would all the babies come from? Everyone else is making babies while you are devising ways to fuck boys, I don't even want to fuck them God, I know, but you might as well be hung for a sheep than a lamb. I made you this way coony, you know how, if you had children you couldn't blame me for bringing you into existence, could you? Besides you've had a lot of fun wanking your way into an early grave haven't you? Where would the point be if I didn't give you access to the salt of all existence, at hand, so you could attempt to rub your way to salvation? Rub, rub coony, three boys in a tub. ![]() |