Slapping my p**** was a grave mistake.
I think I have become the first man who willingly castrated himself.
Today, I woke up without morning wood. This reality was so shocking I almost thought I was still trapped in a nightmare.
If you were to play with me 2 Truths 1 Lie, and gave me these following statements…
1. The moon just got obliterated by a tentacle that appeared from a portal.
2. bacon_bacon is the best author.
3. You lost your morning wood for one day.
I would undoubtedly pick 2 as the lie. Sorry, I meant 3.
The day I lose my morning wood will be the day I die. Or so I thought.
The flimsy, limpy p**** before my eyes has shattered my reality.
But hey, look at the bright side! At least I get to survive No Nut November…