I tell you what, if I thought I was having a heart attack, I'd probably cum in my pants. No more bullshit. No long suffering disease like cancer or AIDS or having a poop sack attached. I don't fear death, I just fear dying in a shitty way.
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Thinking of cracked-out and/or tweaking whores getting their throats and asses brutalized for the next hit makes me hard. --Rear Admiral