It is impossible to ignore Boobslayer's unabashed adoration for the female form and his unwavering love for all things breast-related. However, as fate would have it, Boobslayer once found himself in possession of a gargantuan penis. No, dear reader, not his own, but a colossal phallic sculpture he acquired for reasons best left to the imagination, although I will hint that it was a bit like a Martin Scorsese film.
With this prodigious appendage in tow, he trudged across town, his mind occupied with a singular query: "Who, oh who, does Boobslayer not want to encounter on his journey?"
In a twist of irony, the answer to this question boiled down to quite the antithesis of Boobslayer's beloved mammaries. He desperately hoped to avoid the presence of his long-lost cousin Stacey, a notorious transgender whose disdain for Boobslayer was rivalled only by his affinity for cosmetic surgery.
Why Stacey, you might wonder? Well, dear reader, the underlying reason lay within their shared family eccentricity. While Boobslayer reveled in the ample goodness that chesticles, honkers, and bazoombas brought to the world, Stacey had long been an advocate for body proportions rooted in practicality and logic.
His preference in the realm of mammary magnificence gravitated more towards form and function, clothing compatibility, often favoring the modestly sized boom booms and jugs that could be contained with ease and that favored an all-natural woman.
Picture the scene: Boobslayer, diligently hauling his mighty member through the bustling streets, barely managing to avoid collisions with unsuspecting pedestrians dodging his penile possession. Suddenly, a voice reverberates from the crowd, rich with disapproval.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Boobslayer, the purveyor of tit perversion," Stacey sneers, pushing through the crowd to confront his long-lost cousin. "What's with the monster pecker you're hauling around town? Have you finally lost touch with reality, my dear cousin?"
Without missing a beat, Boobslayer winked mischievously, a spark of mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Ah, Stacey, my stoic soulmate, I see your practicality has led you astray once again. You have merely stumbled upon the newest addition to my titanic collection of whimsical wonders. It represents the proverbial middle finger to convention, a metaphorical finger poised to flick the nose of those bound by societal expectation. But fear not, my dear cousin, for behind every giant phallic sculpture lies a man who understands the sheer magnificence offered by handfuls of gigantic melons"
Stacey was unmoved by Boobslayer's eloquent retort. "Well, well, Boobslayer, you may parade around town with your statuesque manhood, but mark my words. It is ripe with frivolity and childish mischief. The world craves the natural, not your grotesque monstrosity."
At this point, Boobslayer couldn't suppress a chuckle. "Oh, Stacey, you poor, misguided soul. A world without laughter and bountiful bosoms is akin to a barren desert without the fiery biscuits of mirth to brighten its sandy landscape."
With that, Boobslayer resumed his jovial journey, the gargantuan penis towering above him, seemingly winking at the world in mischievous camaraderie. And as for Stacey, she would be left pondering the enigma that satiates a world's desire for laughter, one that resides within Boobslayer's heart and cannot be thwarted by his cousin's disdain.
So, my friend, as you traverse through life's adventures, remember this tale and let your own passions shine, whether they be as outrageous as Boobslayer's bazoombas or as grounded as Stacey's practical cantaloupes.
One of these fuckers
Idgaf. I'm owning it.
The best way to gaslight a boss.
"Giant penis? Boss, wtf are you on about? Look, I'm flattered you like my dong, but aren't you married?"
Wtf is wrong with these women? Like feminism is not this they changed it into something so dumb with their dicks and pussy hats!
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What's Your Opinion? Sign Up Now!Well that's when you flip it over and tell the lady behind you to start pushing you like a skateboard maybe not play it like a guitar no I can't stuff it down your pants
Maybe she should just tell the nuns that she found it and ask if it's one of theirs
Someone carrying a giant pussy.
I would not want to bump into my parents
My grandmother
I think I would deflate it. I can always blow it up later.
The valve is probably on the tip. That would be some blow job
Yeah blow it real good.
Anyone that knows me.
That’s just stupid
I don't have to imagine tbis one,
Zippers, guard rails & urinals..
Carry one all the time across town just n me my pants.
I carry one every day
I once saw a hen party drunk pissing. It was hot
honestly, no one, because I wouldn't really care, even if it was the president of the country, or the pope.
the police 😂
the guy who owns it lol
The priest, he might want to play on it
💀💀💀💀 definitely why not lol
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