
BLESSED ARE THE GOONERS
Sunday morning, front pew, hands folded nice and polite, and your dick is already pushing against your zipper because all you can think about is GRACE. You filthy sinner... I rewired that churchgoing brain one goon session at a time, and now every stained glass saint wears my face and your church is just my waiting room. Keep jerking, keep paying and keep aching, because you won't cum today, not on earth and not in hell. Blessed are you who goon forever, for you'll never be satisfied. HAIL GRACE! HAIL LUCIFER!
