...but then I realised my friend was a French spy... and I felt somewhat bitter
...but then I thought of the people happily dancing in the disco, moments before their limbs were torn apart from their bodies... and I felt somewhat bitter
...but then I imagined a gigantic soft and juicy nipple made out of caramel and strawberry syrup... and my life was sweet again: my conscience was clear, I slept like a baby and this morning I woke up with an erection.The world is a dark slimy mass of suffering and despair and I wake up with a smile and an erection!!
