That night, he received yet another green glowing cock pounding. Things were going well, so well that he showed his O-face. Porn sex By golly, he was up early the next morning fresh as the first steaming turd on a cold day. By golly, he was up early the next morning fresh as the first steaming turd on a cold day. Came the answer. No. Dick Pound was badass. Suddenly they were in space, in earth orbit. POUND. No. As Dick passed the Hubble deep field, he wondered how big Hubble’s cock was when he was alive. It had began again. Only someone who had observed earth culture from the outside, but never lived it, could have composed songs and rhymes so terrible and yet still thought they had any merit whatsoever. REPRASENT.”
The alien’s response of some Too $hort lyrics confirmed Dick Pound’s suspicions – the alien was Too $hort, and spoke only in caps, much like the lyrics to the song “Yo Neck, Yo Back” must have been written. At the end of each day, Dick knew he’d be getting a pound. Dick furrowed his brow, jacking off all the while. Nought but a single, solitary pound to finish the job. Dick frowned and began to grow curious. Great. Dick furrowed his brow, jacking off all the while.
