Sealed with a Kiss My Ass
PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, GOURMET FILLET
She dreams.&nbsp; He screams.
Hannah lives to make balls die. His, theirs, and yours.

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She’s on a special diet. And you’re it.

Skewers are on her skewed mind. Skewed in your direction. In the direction of
hard cocks pointed from you to you-know-who. A final hand job from Hannah, and
your dynamic duo and your man-bat will be in the death grip of the culinary
artist.

Eve needed one of your ribs. Hannah, however, has lowered _her_ sights, and
her dominate hunger will only be satiated with what’s between your legs.

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She dreams. He screams.

Consider it a correction of nature. After Apple Snapple (paid advertisement),
came the Creation of Man. Man, the first rough draft of humankind, raw
prototypes with venomous genital serpents.

After wind-tunnel testing, it became clear that the cock-ball concept just
wouldn’t do.

Learning from the macho mistake, women came forth in streamlined perfection.
With a choice between Venus or Penis, the clear winner is always the tit, tit
and clit – and that’s it.

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Tonight she has a date with eight. Eight couples. Eight supple wives to un-
couple eight stupid husbands. Husbands, Hus- _bands_ with green elastrator
bands already in place.

Chop, chop. Two final steps in the savory recipe called, “Barbeque You.” With
cut-by-number instructions from eunuch dot org, especially in _Glans Removal_
__ and in the illustrated new play-by-play, _The Commission_ , phallic
decommissioning will be easy – and delicious.

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The charcoal grills are glowing. The erections are growing.

Hannah’s skewers are ready. The beautifully bare-assed wives are steady.
Ready, set, kiss and cut. Meet your meat. Then onto the spit: nut, cock, nut
is the symmetric arrangement preferred for the gourmet fillet.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah!

  

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