Wipe my ass with toilet paper. It rips. My finger slides into my butt. i scream. an hour passes. several hours, then a day. on Monday morning, the manager unlocks the bathroom. Blood all on the walls. Police called, they investigate my body. Finger still in bum.
doing cum tributes on an iPad is cheap and watered-down. take your ass down to the library, email that photo of me to your account, print out the photo, pay that 30 cents to take it home, then pull your pants down and jerk off onto it
there's no way the power went out down the fucking street. They're all dead. Everyone is going to turn into soup snd we're all going to run down the street into the drains where the rats will eat us