*Slow fade into a rustic cottage secluded in a woods. Heavy rain pours and lightning fills the skies*
"So," I said seductively, "ya like jazz you rancid sack of decaying dicks?".
"You fucking bet I do papa!" Said sharpeisba, a now frail and brittle shell of a demigod.
"Come be my cocksleeve while I cook these hot pockets yo" I ordered, impatient as ever.
He slid his nasty ass down my peen. I never grew accustomed to man ass, except for my own of course. I disliked how his ass hair felt, akin to shitty sandpaper. This sensation deemed him worthy of at least three testicle rotations.
"Get off me, wretched hoebag, I grow tired of this anal, and my hot pockets are nearly done anyway!"
I beat his scary ass the fuck off my dick and proceeded to savage three dozen hot pockets.
As I sat in my custom made converted Lamborghini recliner, a sudden wave of melocholy visited me.
"Here I am, a success story in the flesh, and yet still I feel unaccomplished. I have subdued my number one pedophile but still I am dissatisfied. I know what I must do. I must eat your dad's dog's ass"
So I did. I ate your dad's dog's ass. Fuck you
