Reply #71: ...and if I was a guy married to a mean... [View All]

...witchy beast who thought she could control me by threatening my penis
with a knife--then I'd be running to the whorehouse as fast as my legs could carry me.
I'd buy a Porsche, just so I could get to the whorehouse really, really fast. I'd spend
most of my spare time in a research lab, trying to turn myself into a human photon--so I
could eventually travel 186,000 miles per second--in hopes of someday getting to the whorehouse at
the speed of light. Then I could go to the whorehouse unlimited times every day--and my mean,
witchy, beast-wife wouldn't see me leave the room. I could zip to the whorehouse, engage
in some lightning-fast boinking and be back home in like 3 seconds. I'd be in-and-out before
she turned the next page of her "Cat Fancy" magazine.

(sorry, sometimes I just go off on a tangent.)