I've decided that I need a hot danger woman to tame my ways. Well, maybe a harem of sultry sauce wenches to exhaust me through lust-capades.
In fact, that’s how I want to go out – death by an Amazonian raunch game gone bad. On the gravestone “It’s what he would have wanted RIP sauce ape”. Etched in Helvetica I think. Classy and timeless, like a reach around from Stephen Hawkings. Survived by strong midgets.
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