I want a Guardian Phallus. You know, a giant wang to watch over me while I sleep, whisper sweet nothings into my ear, and spooge on me when I'm feeling bad. Oh, wait, I have John Yurkow for that (Booty Call, 11:00 baby!!). If you don't know John, I feel sorry for you, because chances are he owns your soul. And he's King Asshole. But that's a
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