Man indeed... He looks like an eunuch who misses his dear testicules. Even if I had his red gown, I'd be sad too. What a gown though. It could almost compensate. I'd give my small ball for this gown.
As he sat pondering the fate of his once beloved testicle Monseigneur Torquemada beseeched his favorite painter to take a candid portrait of his loss. And so, on a cool September morning in 1812 a young master painter by the name of Testiculo III, son of Scrotus and McVulva pressed his brush to canvas and began what was to be his master opus. Ironically he died a few days later in a tragic leeching and bloodletting accident.
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Man indeed...
He looks like an eunuch who misses his dear testicules. Even if I had his red gown, I'd be sad too.
What a gown though. It could almost compensate. I'd give my small ball for this gown.
Is Nerdlord correct? If so, how was your manhood challenged in such a fashion as to lose all hope of having sex again?
Thats it though.
Thats the look of someone who's never gonna have sex again.
"Benito Torquemada took a pause from reading his bible, and thought about his eunuch existence. Thats when depression set in."
As he sat pondering the fate of his once beloved testicle Monseigneur Torquemada beseeched his favorite painter to take a candid portrait of his loss. And so, on a cool September morning in 1812 a young master painter by the name of Testiculo III, son of Scrotus and McVulva pressed his brush to canvas and began what was to be his master opus.
Ironically he died a few days later in a tragic leeching and bloodletting accident.
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