Dicks have drive and carity of vision, but they're not clever. They smell ***** and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old *****, and have brought your two little mincey ***got balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no ***** here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you're having second thoughts. You're shrinking. And your two little balls are shrinking with you. The fact that you've got "Replica" written on the side of your gun, and the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle .50" written on the side of mine, should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence.
