Now cocks have drive and clarity of vision, but they're not clever. They smell p***y and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good ole p^^^y and have brought your whole little mincy team along for a good ole time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no p***y here. Just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a cock, you're having second thoughts. You're shrinking. And your little team is shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got 'Replica' written down the side of your guns...and the fact that I've got Desert Eagle, point-five-oh written on the side of mine should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... F off.
