Nah, you don’t get it. He claims to be “so big” that when he’s in their vag, fucking them, that his dick reaches all the way up through their bodies and plays tonsil hockey in their throat.
The Love Machine:
The Love Machine:
That’s what’s up.
The Holy One:
I literally have no follow-up to that.
As you shouldn’t.
The Love Machine:
It’s okay, Soba, he doesn’t understand the struggle that you and I have to deal with on the daily. When you’re as BLESSED and well-endowed as we are… well, it’s a struggle, now isn’t it?
The Holy One:
Fuck you assholes. You know I’m bigger than both of you.
Are you going to let your reporter friend quote you on that?
The Love Machine:
Nah, he’ll tell her it’s off the record.
The Holy One:
Whatever. Fuck you guys.
The Love Machine:
Speaking of fucking and records… Soba!
What’s up?
The Love Machine:
How goes your marathon fuck-fest? Still going strong? Learning something new every day?
Every day.
The Holy One:
WTF does that even mean?
The Love Machine:
IYKYK and you obviously… you don’t.
Truth.
The Holy One:
The Love Machine:
And the fuck-fest?