Some kind of bacterium has entered the body
He doctors diagnosed - masturbation.
The man did not marry, he does not fumble in the holes
And all alone lives his life.
Now he does not suffer from his size
And women do not seem to him more terrible chimera.
Beauties Hollywood on the walls he hung
And jerking on portraits. Satisfied, full and cheerful.
Let all around fuck in anal and even in your mouth
And let the chickens laugh, and let the rooster sing.
He is on the drum. He understood in life gusto.
He does not need pussy, do not need fat srak.
Children do not need him. Diapers, semolina porridge ...
Bringing pleasure to him is deceitful love.
And now let this nation die out.
Without wars and disasters, just masturbation.
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