hopefully Howard and Wes won't leave to go watch men wrestling other men.
So you're obviously the big dick, and they on either side of you, must be your balls. Now dicks have drive, and clarity of vision. But they're not clever, they smell pussy, and they want a piece of the action, and the dimmer the dick, the less he cares about the consequences, and you thought you smelt gooood ol pussy, and have brought your little mincy faggot balls along for a gooood ol time, but
you have got your parties muddled up, there is no pussy here, just a dose to make you wish you were born a woman.. . .