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Peter O’Tool We all have our pet names lil Ricky, Mr. Nixon, meat train Johnson, Sir Stifalot, or Roddy describing parts of our body those who condemn also contend our bodies are only temples but not wholey ourselves making masturbation impossible recreation as the one pleased is separate from parts squeezed we are our bodies some argue feel free to squeeze Mr. O’TOOL but that bunch of jerk offs are as commie as two Andropovs everyone knows the situation morals come from separation the failure of human reason is it can’t prove freedom from sin but still it is fun and more so for some who’s wholes are not greater than their parts |
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