You stupid fuckers, It's ME! She trapped me, saying somehow my dysfunctional erectile capacity is really just a bogus excuse I use to avoid responsibility when I stick my dick and ejaculate in women who are under the influence of the pharmaceuticals they find in my medicine cabinet. In Genesis' case, I attempted to duplicate the ABOVE mentioned feat in Cumshitters, where I blew my wad up her ass, and watched intently as she shit it back out into my Scooby Doo Mug, mixed it with Root Beer and guzzled it down while I frantically jerked off in an attempt to have a second orgasm within two minutes of the first, and the second orgasm I ejaculated into a bowl of Vanilla Ice Cream that was originally intended to make a root beer float, before my cum wound up in the ROOT BEER instead. Genesis claims, however, that because the Vanilla Ice Cream was Fat Free, the added cum I shot onto it that she ate, made her pregnant..... <long pause to allow the magnitude of the ridiculousness of this situation sink in>...my Lawyer is currently analyzing the validity of her paternity claim against me to help me determine if I should defect to a foreign country like Denamrk (or just move to Utah) where paternity is a non issue because "The whole country is one big happy family and anyone can be anyone's father", so in the meantime I am doing the honorable thing and Marrying this hott-yet-sociopathic-party-fixture-with-tits-and-gaping-asshole. she is marrying me in a Drive-Thru ceremony in Vegas (I am gonna wheel up to the window with her on my lap...See below image)


Heading & Picture in the Las Vegas Review Journal Weddings/Engagements section:

DA BURGLAR & "Mrs Genesis Skye-DaBurglar"