What a putrid putrid waste of a penis you are, you ridiculous little mascara face-painted Jerk-In-The-Box.... you couldn't get a date if you bought them dried in a tin, you under-medicated, rump-ruptured chronic self-abuser..... you're the kind of greasy, giggling, girly gombeen who buys STDs from a viral lab just to make it look like you get laid.... you're damn right about being vomit-inducing fugly.... you have a face that would give Freddie Kruger nightmares.... how much would you change to haunt a house? You should stop smoking pot and get out and vote every couple of years, you pseudo-liberal bum.... people like you are the reason cults exist. If brains were gasoline, he wouldn't have enough to run a piss ant's go-kart around the inside of a donut. Like your height, everything about you is average; except your stench - which is overwhelming.....I bet the highway patrol make you wear a sign on your fat ass that reads, 'Caution: Wide Load!' I love that suit you're wearing. You never throw anything away, do you? ....Try this maneuver: Take 50-60 paces backwards. Take several deep breaths. Sprint forward at full speed.... do a triple summersault through the air, and disappear up your own asshole. [/img]
....im kinda curious
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