It is nearly 5am, and I find this. Why ? Why did we, as a species, have to become like this ? What pushes people to cum into a minion jar and check the progress every day ? We are doomed, and every time I look into the abyss that is internet, it also gazes into me.
God is dead, and we killed it.
I wonder what path in my life has lead me to basically feeling nothing when look at the minion cum jar. My only thought was: I've seen worse cum containers.
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