«What's to understand? You get a boner, slap her titties around some and then stick it inside her and pee» © Eric T. Cartman
— Leave me alone, snake!
— Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you've spoken to the darkness in the bitter watches of the night when all your life seems to shrink.
The walls of your bower closing in about you. A hutch to trammel some wild thing in. So fair. So cold. Like a morning of pale spring... still clinging to winter's chill.
— Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you've spoken to the darkness in the bitter watches of the night when all your life seems to shrink.
The walls of your bower closing in about you. A hutch to trammel some wild thing in. So fair. So cold. Like a morning of pale spring... still clinging to winter's chill.