Will from Miami

Four inches, everybody. Take perspective. It's a small cock. Sure. It's a huge monster cockroach. That's four inches to fear in the bedroom. When you see one, you're not sure whether to feel worse that you're truly living in filth or that it's monging you so badly as you do. Don't ask how I know, all right? I happen to know a lot of shit. And based on the shit that I know, Dubai chocolate sounds disgusting. It doesn't sound delicious at all. It doesn't help that it's green either. Anyway, people ask me if I'm gay, and I say no, but I spent a lot of time with gay guys. So I'd be lying if I said none of them ever rubbed off on me. You know what I mean? Am I gay? I mean, I don't know. I mean, I've heard a bisexual erasure. I'm pretty sure that's what my brain does when I close the pornography tabs before begging. Good night, my twink prints. Anyways. I wanted to join the military when I was younger, but I couldn't in those days. Apparently, Uncle Sam wants you to be an alcoholic. But like later, when it's the VA's problem, not the COs. Anyway, so, all right, Tony, you look very disappointed.