I was a walking, talking hunk of human poop.
My love is like a tire iron.
I hump the wild to take it all in, there is no bag limit on happiness.
Unfortunately, there are people in America, there are people in politics, there are people in positions of authority, who want to forcibly unarm, and force in to helplessness, American citizens.
Only an abuser can make the decision to stop abusing.
I make a pussy purr with the stroke of my hand.