Yes, yes I would.

I was at the game tonight and have a couple observations:

1. No, but a friend of mind was so constipated that he eventually (with the help of prunes) took a shit so big it pressed up against his prostate causing him to ejaculate as the lincoln log of oppression passed through his sphincter. I was there for the aftermath and consolation. I’ve seen a shit break a man’s soul.

This sounds like a joy boner. Much like the fear boner, the joy boner is fickle and appears from the brush bright eyed and bushy tailed. Just as quickly as it appears it vanishes back into the bush like a turtle retreating into it’s shell. Dick: the mercurial organ.

A lot of this plays into entitlement and the subsequent self-victimization when that entitlement goes unfulfilled. Men are conditioned from an early age to feel that they are “owed” a hot girl and when they feel that they did their bit, they should be compensated thusly: “I’m nice, I’m not a douche bag, why won’t the…

Rude Negro, but fair.

What a little cutie!

He’d probably want to put a blanket over this whole thing...

My dog heard this and is now whimpering behind the couch.

I’ll never forgive her for that coonery known as “The Parkers.”