Holding a cup of my own urine and raising my "girlfriend" high into the air, I ran out into the streets celebrating as the droplets of my apocalyptic orgasm rained back down to earth. |
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Slick with my ejaculate, women cower; afraid to go out uncovered, not wanting to sire one of my millions of bastard children. But it is pointless to resist, my seed permeates all cloth and covering. It is in the water, the air, the earth. In a way I am the omnipotent overlord of this small blue planet. |
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Everytime I pleasure myself, earth is covered with a slowly browning layer of man mustard. It takes weeks to clean up the mess and decades to settle the parternity litigation. |
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