I can no longer resist the pizza. I open the box and unzip my pants with my other hand. As I penetrate the gooey cheese, I moan in ecstacy. The mushrooms and Italian sausage are rough, but the sauce is deliciously soothing. I blow my load in seconds. As you leave the bathroom, I exit through the front door….
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I haven't offered a theory. I'm just asking questions.
Is it unreasonable to expect those answers withstand the the intellectual integrity of the 3rd grade?
If you can explain why it's more complicated than that, please, I'm all ears.
Enlighten me.
That's another theory.
So I'm not allowed to ask questions?
Sacred Cow? Too soon?
What are you afraid of? Pray tell.
You know that fires don't have lungs, right?