Who wants to pollinate some chick?? Who doesn't? You think a fucking stamen is any different from a human erection? We all have tiny little boners from a universal perspective, you concubine babysitter. It's not awesome to have a boner. It's awesome to fulfill your purpose and die without having to think about it too much.
I'm wafting the aroma of my own scrotum.
Why must I?
Why is Busch the best beer?
Why do I mosey on down to the gym in my apartment complex at four in the morning and do drunk pull ups while my dog playfully nips at my heels? I'm laughing hysterically at yesterday's evening news, latissimus dorsi inflamed, canine companion working on his vertical.
Why is there a marginally attractive jewess drunkenly leaning on a bashful italian guy on the rim of the hot tub?
Why does she squeal: "Hey it's that guy!" when I stumble out of the gym, my dog growling like that kid with Down's Syndrome who tryed to force you into the gap between two vending machines in middle school. "Imma bite ya weina!" he said. I would only fuck her in the ass.
Why is pesto so crucially delightful?
Why have I been arrested and detained four times without having wronged societal beings physically or emotionally?
Why am I asking questions?
Would humanity have been better off without the development of language?
Why is it easier to become enamored with a woman who treats you like trash? Am I a vain person for asking that question?
How do blind people know when they are done wiping?
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