Giving Birth Is Not That Hard

Woke up with major light head. Tried standing but vertigo was all over. “Jesus my shit! God!?” No. Just brilliant boner. Lustrous stiffy. Sanguine sponge filler. Then looked down and big mess on the bed. Ms. Orange was there. She was sleeping. “Fuck?” I thought. “Did I do that?”. There was jizz everywhere. Not so cool when you don’t remember. Ms. Orange woke up and was like “WTF?”. I replied with “FTW?”. I did not know how it happened. “Why is your shit all over me Kratzenjammer?”. I did not know. Scared the shit out of me. Both of us looked at my wiener and were mad. I knew this mess was not my mess. It was my boner’s mess. She reached to punch the little fucker. I hated it so bad. I wanted to destroy the shit out of it. I put it closer so Ms. Orange could really punch the sad sausage. POW POW POW. Took it hard as fuck shit. Bangaroo! Nothing could stop us from really destruction. I screamed “WHY DO YOU NEED PART OF ME INSIDE OTHERS ALWAYS?”. Ms. Orange screamed “YEAH!”. Vertigo took over. Fainted big time. I dreamed I was pregnant with a school of thousands of tad poles. They were inside me swimming fast as hell. My womb was separated into two ovule shaped nuggins. They rested sweaty in a skin sack full of juices. The skin were salty and vinegar scented. Doctor put the radar next to the womb and asked if I wanted to know how many boy and girl. Surprise dood. Duh. We had to perform trick to give birth. Doctor said jerk your dick. Then I woke up and realized that all men are pregnant in their balls. All men have tadpoles. I must have jazzed again because when I woke up Ms. Orange was punching my dick harder. Boners are not for the pussy. They are for the man. The man is always at war. Only I have been there. I always abort my children out of my under spot. My womb is forever.