Picture, let's say, me, Ben Shapiro. Now picture me in a car in an empty parking lot. I'm fervently inhaling AOC's shoes. Let's say the aroma of her feet makes me hard. I imagine her stepping on me and using me as her foot stool as she reads and signs papers, and ultimately accomplishes nothing with her liberal mind. Now let's say I've become too excited to the point where I ejaculate. As I let out a groan, I scream, "Facts don't care about your feelings you nasty fucking dirty whore!"
As I wipe myself off, I hang my head in shame. Dear god what have I done?
Picture, let's say, me, Ben Shapiro. Now picture me in a car in an empty parking lot. I'm fervently inhaling AOC's shoes. Let's say the aroma of her feet makes me hard. I imagine her stepping on me and using me as her foot stool as she reads and signs papers, and ultimately accomplishes nothing with her liberal mind. Now let's say I've become too excited to the point where I ejaculate. As I let out a groan, I scream, "Facts don't care about your feelings you nasty fucking dirty whore!"
As I wipe myself off, I hang my head in shame. Dear god what have I done?