I would light my cock on fire and throw it out the window.
That’s right. Out the window. On fire.
Let me tell you why. Because if I didnt use it, abuse it or re-use it then it would be better on fire.
This came about 30 seconds ago when we were discussing someone’s lineage and relatives. Basically it involves someone sitting in a closet masturbating to a Sears catelog with generic WalMart lube. Your flesh will melt off with Sams Choice quality.
I’m fucking inspired off Beckenridge and Randy Rhoades. Bow to my scrupulence.