FREE SEX: Peace, Love and Hard Cock
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Pease, Love and a Hard Cock
By Peter Pony Clement
Thanksgiving. Christmas. In our country these holidays advertise celebration of family, friends and the Great American Way. Materialism and over indulgence come to mind immediately. Those who feel generous promote peace and love for all. How nice.
Tori Amos sings in the final line of her song "Professional Widow," "Give me peace, love and a hard cock!" Now that's a holiday sentiment I can get behind—or in front of, depending on my mood! As I thought about the concept of those three together—peace, love and cock—I realized just how magical the power of cock really is. I mean, if you're getting good cock, then love comes more easily, and eventually the peace as well.
If more American men and women of all orientations had good cock in their life on a daily basis, maybe they wouldn't need to turn to Jesus. If Osama Bin Laden had a man friend in the hills of Afghanistan á la Broke Back Mountain, maybe he would be a little more content to just blow up said man friends ass instead of buildings. Maybe if the hateful Phelps family, of "god hates fags" fame, actually got laid on a regular basis, minus the shame and inbreeding, they wouldn't be such hateful cunts. Maybe if president Obama had a bit more cock in his life, marriage to the one you love, gender disregarded, would be legal for all in this country. And just maybe, if that sad looking queen at the end of the bar had a big stiff one in his life more regularly, he wouldn't, well, like the Phelps family, be such a hateful cunt!
Part of me says these things in jest, but another part of me really has to wonder what would happen if every G spot in the world had a good rubdown. I mean, it couldn't hurt.
Now, I'm not saying that we should over-indulge in the desire for cock any more than we should a fattening Thanksgiving dinner. When one gets laid in a really good way, they glow. Last time I checked, the turkey dinner just made you sweat more in the gym, in
shameful regret of having that third helping of casserole. When one gets a subscription to Oprah’s magazine from under the Christmas tree that they don't really need or want for that matter, not only is it a crappy gift, but it won't give them the big O that they really want and need.
So this holiday season, kids, in the spirit of giving, take a cue from Tori and wish the world peace, love and give the gift of cock. Trust me, it’s the gift that keeps on giving and it will be appreciated. Just be sure to (gift) wrap it up. An unwanted pregnancy or an STD is about as hot as Mrs. Claus's cooter, and if you spread nastiness, the baby Jesus cries in his manger, and the sex deprived terrorists win. So wrap up, and go at it! Happy holidays!
Hate mail, love mail, concerns for the safety of your children mail, whatever, I welcome your words in my inbox. Email me at ponyboypc@gmail.com
