Death Sex
A while back I was made aware of Mr. Hands. Now for those that don’t know about Mr Hands, he was a guy who loved his sex. And by sex I mean anal sex. And by anal sex I mean anal sex with horse in which said act killed him. He was murdered by a penis.At least he died as a result of doing something he loved at the same its got to be the worst way to die doing something you love. I think murdered by penis trumps freak accident at cedar point. Basically if he had grand kids and the time came to tell what happen to their grandfather I’m going with the freak accident on the magnum story.Now that I think of it I probably wouldn’t break it to them with that exact phrasing.
Maybe some of you guys already know about Mr. hands, like chuck where u been u late homie… my response is that no I am not late to the bestiality party, but apparently color peoples time applies here too. Which makes u racist…
Racist against animals. Back to the subject at hand, now black folks we don’t get down like that..we aint cut like that but in the case that we were, on the low I think wed f*cks with the chicken….Well why not the pig? Yeah I know we like our ribs, chittlins, pig feet, stuff like that, but I think our love for chicken far outweighs our love for the pig. A love that easily lends it self to an intimate situation if one to happen to go down with a chicken. Besides, id like to think we have good tastes too.
As Far as me though animals nahhh…… not really my thing I got better taste, that’s why I’ve started seeing a mosquito. She’s into biting im into biting. Every bite is a reminder of the deep connection we have. I admit sometimes it can go to far, so I’ve developed the habit of carrying around off. Having a can of off is handy in any relationship. You know if you are with your girl and she happens to be “bugging” you spray her with some off she might be blinded but she will get the point..Only do that if u have to do I don’t condone domestic violence…
