![]() All you can do now is accept it, and learn from your mistakes. It's unfortunate, really - you dug a hole for yourself without even knowing it. Since you have already made the insult, you are now, too, in superposition - you're either wrong, or gay. But if you don't look at it, then you will never know if your insult had any effect, thus rendering it meaningless. The only way to avoid this is to not observe my penis. As soon as a single photon reflected by my dick enters either one of your eyes, you become gay. You may have already guessed what the problem here is. The moment you lay eyes on my penis, both states collide with each other and become either one. Until my dick and its position relative to my ass is observed, it is simultaneously in my ass, but also outside of it - thus, it stays in superposition. I may as well not be fucking myself already. I, of course, am wearing a pair of jeans, that are covering my genitals and my butt. Let's do a simple thought experiment: imagine us two standing in front of each other. What if I'm already fucking myself? Behind this simple insult hides a universal paradox that may put your sexuality in question. Astronomers begin calling you the “Cummet.” You are stuck in space forever, stripped of your body and senses, forced to endure an eternity of cumshots. The cum begins to gravitate towards itself, forming a comet trail of semen. Physicists struggle to calculate your erratic trajectory. You narrowly miss the ISS, giving it a new white paint job as you fly past. You feel your gonads start to burn up as you reach the edges of the atmosphere. The government decides to let you leave the earth. The government deploys fighter jets to chase you down, but the impact of your cum sends one plane crashing to the ground. With your body now destroyed, the cum begins to spray in all directions. Your testicles have now grown into a substitute brain. Hundreds of bullets pierce your body at once, yet you stay conscious. The cops pull out their guns and take aim, but stray loads of cum hit them in the eyes, blinding them. As you continue to ascend, you spot police cars racing towards your house. From a bird’s eye view you see your house is completely white. You smash through the wall, hurtling into the sky at thirty miles an hour. Your body picks up speed as it slides backwards along the cum. The force of the cum tears your urethra open, leaving only a gaping hole in your crotch that spews semen. You squeeze your dick to stop the cum, but it begins to leak out of your asshole instead. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising from the goop. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height. ![]() ![]() You struggle to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. ![]() ![]() Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. Sprawled on your back, you begin to cum all over the ceiling. The cum is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. The air grows hot and humid from the cum. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the cum from escaping. You try to cum into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You desperately shove your dick into a wad of toilet paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. Your hand is sticky and it reeks of semen. You sit on the toilet to jack off, but you begin to cum uncontrollably. ![]()
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