Jun. 19 at 3:46 PM
$CERS $ADMA $XBI Look at us: just a bunch of investors with a dollar and a dream and our dick in our hands. Living on a prayer. Hanging on by the skin of our queef.
Leaving no stone unturned. No butter... unchurned!
Many moons ago, I spent a weekend in Mumbai, donating my reproductive essence to a group of young, passionate scientists with long hair and petit waists who charged by the hour!
I left with my physical desires extinguished and testicles that looked like raisins in the sun. That was, of course, until I arrived in Kyoto, where I was fondled lovingly by the soft, modest hands of a gushing geisha who was somehow able to squeeze blood from a stone as she forged my Tamahagane steel with fiery hot, yet disciplined passion.
My loins languished as my salts depleted, and my head felt both heavy and light.
Drifting in and out of consciousness, I remember pondering if a man could want for more in this life.
Alas, I discovered Adma, and the rest, as they say, is hysterectomy.
