I just wish I was bigger. In height. Weight. And. *size*
I still want to expel my jiz/zum into the moist sugar walls of Greta Thunberg. Can’t imagine what any baby of hers would look or sound like, but I don’t care. All she’d be is a receptacle for spoo, and kind of a skanky one at that.
Does the prophet Corvallus Winslow still post here? I have studied his teachings and want to learn and understand more about the holy jism.
