There is something that really keeps my spirits up it is humiliation after the holidays. You call that a cock it looks more like half a cocktail weenie that has been gnawed on by a shih tzu. Do you really expect me to be able to be satisfied being served with that tiny shriveled up nothing? You think your oral skills will cover it I do not think so you can hardly do that right as well. Nothing but a mess of nerves and a pile of sweaty flesh that smells even worse than you look. Sometimes I wonder why…
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