Problem Child
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And you float up to heaven and he's on his big 'ol fuckin' throne, and he starts raggin' on you because you're american, and you start rollin' your eyes
and you're thinking "fuck this, I've got to listen to this shit for all eternity?" And on top of that, there's nothing to eat but fish and chips, every fucking ppman-damn day. What a bunch of shit!
But then...behind you... a door cracks open....
"Pssst...hey you. Yeah...you. Wanna party?"
"Yeah, I do. Who are you?" you say.
"I'm the Devil, but you can call me PC." The flames lick up behind me. In the background some stud is doing a hot babe in the butt. Cake is playing on the stereo. There's cold beer, pizza, hot chicks and great looking guys everywhere.
"All we do over here is fuck all day and eat fattening food and drink a lot. We never get fat though, and everybody cums lots of times every time they have sex. Multiple partners and shit. And your favorite sports are on TV and your favorite teams always win. You get to sleep as much as you want. It's never cold. All you have over there is shitty food, guilt, and discussions on politics. You coming?"
"Later ppman/god!" You say, as you run to me. As you cross my threshold your breasts grow two bra sizes and your ass becomes firm and round.
Fuckin' A.
But then...behind you... a door cracks open....
"Pssst...hey you. Yeah...you. Wanna party?"
"Yeah, I do. Who are you?" you say.
"I'm the Devil, but you can call me PC." The flames lick up behind me. In the background some stud is doing a hot babe in the butt. Cake is playing on the stereo. There's cold beer, pizza, hot chicks and great looking guys everywhere.
"All we do over here is fuck all day and eat fattening food and drink a lot. We never get fat though, and everybody cums lots of times every time they have sex. Multiple partners and shit. And your favorite sports are on TV and your favorite teams always win. You get to sleep as much as you want. It's never cold. All you have over there is shitty food, guilt, and discussions on politics. You coming?"
"Later ppman/god!" You say, as you run to me. As you cross my threshold your breasts grow two bra sizes and your ass becomes firm and round.
Fuckin' A.
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