"Her
house sinks down to death, And her course leads to the shades. All who go
to her cannot return And find again the paths of life."
- (Proverbs 2:18-19)
You live in that squalor you call home and then expect me
to waste my time on you. Why? All you think about is getting that
infinitesimal thing you call a penis to cum. Just so you know… I'd just
as soon find the dullest metal cutters and slowly squeeze them around the
base of your filthy cock until it fell off. The elation I would feel from
your agony might actually get a smile, but don't bet on it. The brutality
has just begun. |
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