Tonight, after watching the Saints’ season get flushed down the shitter yet again:
As they looked down to Earth, the Gods of Mongering noticed something was off. The cosmic balance was thrown off. Al had a pocket full of cash, a hooker lined up, and a Viagra already popped.
This was no good. Something must be done or else Al might actually smile. We can’t have that. He must not nut! So it was that Al’s timing belt went out on his truck, stranding him with a curse on his lips, and a raging hard on in his boxers from Target. Thus restoring the natural order of things.
Let it be written. Let it be done. Amen.
Looks like it’s “Big Black Cock Destroys White Wife” on Pornhub for me…again.