My penis is on the Internet. I didn’t give him permission, but he went online anyway—now he’s everywhere. I heard he even harassed the president of the United States—and that the Americans have taken his mugshot (there is a considerable reward for his capture).
My penis is on the Internet. It’s fame, after a fashion—in East Africa they say, “But witch doctor he shrink my pee-pee down small, vanish it away.” In the West we say, my penis is on the Internet.
I walk up a steep mountain path, very rocky, and eventually I come to the top—at the top I see two trees filled with blossoms, perhaps cherry blossoms, and the blossoms fall to the ground. I think, “C
Yesterday, I posted the Gar rune to X as a video—surrounded by a playing card triangle. The video I uploaded spontaneously changed to the unedited version—and, even now, it refuses to play properly (o
There was once a man who was Odin—just like, in more recent times, there were men called Jesus, Muhammad, and Buddha. The latter three, being better known to us, are clearly men—they face the dilemmas