i WENT TO VISIT MY FATHER LAST NIGHT. wHEN i GOT TO THE DOOR, i HEARD MOANING AND SCREAMING -- MY FATHER'S VOICE YELLING, "dEEPER! dEEPER!" i BURST IN TO SEE A SKINNY GUY POUNDING MY PAPPY, JUST BEFORE HE PULLED OUT AND JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW, STILL BARENAKED.
mY FATHER'S ASSHOLE WAS ALWAYS MY OWN PERSONAL PLAYGROUND! nOW, THERE'S BEEN ANOTHER MAN IN THERE! wELL, TECHNICALLY, THERE HAVE BEEN LOTS OF OTHER MEN IN THERE; AFTER ALL, HE DID PRECEDE ME IN THE ROLE OF bIZARRO tHE gRIN. bUT IT'S THE PRINCIPLE OF THE THING.
i KNOW FOR CERTAIN IT WAS SOMEONE HERE, BECAUSE HE LEFT A PAIR OF vYNSANE.cOM BOXER SHORTS.
'fESS UP. iF YOU DON'T, WHEN i FIND YOU -- AND i will FIND YOU -- YOU'RE GOING TO FIND bIZZARO tHE gRIP FUCKING ONE EAR AND ME FUCKING THE OTHER.
i CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T ASK ME TO JOIN IN. tHAT'S JUST SELFISH. i HAD TO TAKE SLOPPY SECONDS LAST NIGHT, AND WE COULD'VE ALL ENJOYED A THREE-WAY.
