Cock or balls?

balls, anyways How do you know my intentions? Are you a sorcerer? You come to me with an authority of the highest king. Your stand along the reputable parchment by which you do present here, is also such at a gate of decline could be mentioned to such evidently profound dogmatism. For one to also be a conclude of such state, who holds and writes against his own empirical approach to my latter premise, also does conclude to himself, that he by himself is alone in argument, for the argument of such at no means of understanding could ever be concluded sound. Your existing state of mind is at caress to apocalypse. For your own state of mind that does belong in such virgin gardens also alludes unto for what ignorance may be from the ligament of parsing. Your own unreasonably chimerical approach to such solutes only portrays your own image of high-order, and the stature of men, being found in yourself as a bond slave. Your idiocity glistens at morrow, only to find that one to belong to such can only yield a course of your so treasured position. I do not count upon these statements to bring my own a high, but rather count them upon a measurement for the future, by which I consider you to apart. Your own lavish in the standing of statements shows your much ignorant Dionysus feed. By only counterbalance can you suggest that the articles of mine be ridden through and through, boning unto which such search for your own synonym, apart from yourself like such ones being on his own synonym of stupidity. You have no reasoning for any partitioning for linguist. You’re disguised in your own mind, filtered beneath the rubble falling down on your own self… unable to contempt to another’s thoughts and through, the mention of so could only become a reasoning as for your own position, yet more. Now mark my words, summon yourself a dragon to consume you up and a fart be upon you!!

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You fucking idiot cocks are better than balls in every way. And I will show you why cocks are better than balls

Firstly the penis is more iconic with it’s long thick stem and the head being an it’s head with a design resembling a mushroom which, being one of the first lifeforms on the planet even preceding plants and barely changing over the millions of years it has existed shows that the penis’s design is greay but, the penis makes the mushroom’s design even better by taking the head of it and making it more aerodynamic which, gives it the ability to bulldoze through everything and everyone. The penis is a sign of masterfully crafted excellence, the ballsack on the other hand is just a bunch of organs haphazardly thrown together into a skin sack.

Secondly the human body spends way more resources on the penis than it ever spends on the ballsack. The human body specially pumps penis full of blood but, the might of the penis’s might is so unparalleled that it uses up all of the body’s resources if used for long stretches of time. The penis is only activated on a special occasion; the ballsack just hangs around.

Thirdly the penis has many imitators because it’s a beautifully crafted device, as they say: “Imitation is the best form of flattery.” The ballsack having barely any imitators to speak of is a sign of its inferior design. The mighty penis is the one to start many great businesses and an entire industry not the ballsack.

And finally the feeling of sucking a penis Is a feeling of pure ecstasy, nothing will ever beat the feeling of sucking on a big meaty penis. As soon as the penis hits your mouth it envelopes and overpowers you with its mere presence, lightly twitching in your mouth to show that it needs to be taken care of and that your only responsibility at the moment is to suck on it. The ballsack is a plaything the penis is to be taken seriously.