YOU WOULDN'T GUESS BY LOOKING AT MY FEET

That I'm packing...I got the 10 D shoe to be sure, which according to most means an average dinkus -operandi. Then there's the finger theory, which, if it is true to application means guitar great Johnny Winter has a really long penis. Then you have the racial bias, which dictates (he said dic) black men get dizzy when they get a hard on. Then there's my retard hypothisis that all retarded men have giant dicks (it's true) but who want's a retard pounding the peehole and drooling all over you in the process, and quite possibly having a gran maul seizure...well...maybe a giant member+gran maul seizure would be the shit...somehow I doubt it.
It might be fun for awhile, but come on...they are retarded, big sticks not withstanding, I mean, if you need two retarded guys to hold you up and guide you in off your giant tricycle for a cup of coffee each into the retard woman you gave a dollar and some cigarettes to jump into a "V" because other wise your palsied ass can't walk but can drive a giant tricycle around with a giant dick retarded self couldn't spike it on your own says something about motivation...come to your own conclusions ( this tricycycle tyrst really happened by the way...I was 18 at the time I witnessed it, and it altered my pussyquest genes forever :) )
And finally, there's the whole porn thing...and I'll leave you to your own devices about that.
But the crotch rock star has it's own mystique...and beyond the venal appeal of being one, I just want to sing...but not like that guy in the Monty Python movie.
This post is rated X...for X-tra stupid.
Where is that Nailbomb CD god dammit?!