They say Adam didn't fuck Steve but Eve.
The only way to conceive is with the female persuasion in the situation of humankind; a procured sign left behind, a little nibble to quibble.
But I say, "Fuck that and the Cat In The Hat," because the fat does more better when wetter. You just can't wear a sweater, whenever. Sever all the binds that pines a nice memory to every human being, blind, not seeing.
Well, what then is our fault within?
Quite naturally, sin.
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