Corvallus Winslow here to announce my RETIREMENT from the Jizzle game.

They say a once in a generation champion like myself reaches a point where he has no more goals to accomplish.

I’ve had my back blown out by every Tyrone, Ricardo and Geraldo and I’ve deep throated foot long meat swords aplenty (of all colors and creeds!)

I’ve guzzled and keystered loads from 50 man trains and bullet trains (a timed train event they used to have at Ramrods in Tampa).

But the Corvallus Express has reached the end of his line and I must take off my pink overalls and conductor’s hat and and pass it along to the next generation of Jizzle junkies and Mancooch Monkeys.

I will now retire to live a quiet life with my cis lady and her African American Trump supporting bull. I’m hanging up my popper bandolier loaded with only a single bottle of pig sweat poppers: it’s for you, all of you jizzleheads out there.

I bid you adieu.

Simply,

CORVALLUS