Please find my wife...
"Please find my wife, but don't call my parents..." Driving the wrong way in search of vehicle collisions, crumpled metal sheets and regain the memory of his atoms.
phallus
"Please find my wife, but don't call my parents..." Driving the wrong way in search of vehicle collisions, crumpled metal sheets and regain the memory of his atoms.
I write with my dick and sign a taste trick. Cocoa idol, my phallus becomes edible for those who can suck its meaning.
Magnificent arrogance of an ordinary hero: Live to get hard and enjoy the world! "Suck it, this is my cock! Drink, this is my sperm! »
The happy exhibition of the penis, flaccid or rigid, as a condition for the free expression of a simple and fulfilled masculinity.
As a wish, we might wish that we could, from time to time, have the ability to step into each other's shoes for a few minutes.
My hatred, healthy and simple, pure and shining like a shard of glass in the sun, for the opponents and detractors of marriage for all.
Between denial and rewards, the ordinary little fascism of parental education could be seen in the expressions on my father's face.
Yes, since childhood, rape is life, but life is also what we want to do with it so that our symbolic parents become ghosts.
God is the world's largest testicle! The mirrored balls, the retrograde semen! Drop dead, you idiot, before the apes become men!
Sodomy as an artistic gesture. For this performance, I decided to get a volunteer spectator to fuck me with a prop.