Well there’s the problem, it’s that damn math with letters in it. Fucking everything up since magicman got here.

Ain’t nobody got 28 apples and are wondering what the triangular circumference of the quadrant squared is, assuming X stupid bullshit, but I do want a sweet boy in my bed assuming X marks the spot. Oh look, it’s a party, all for me? You shouldn’t have.

Do guys (or gals or whatever you’re into~), not letter-math.

And my all mighty Dad is pissed when you use the clitoris He created for you, but won’t bother much having his sons fucking children in His Holy House