To Be Gay, Or Not To Be.

Let's pretend that you masturbate. Not ritually. But just adequately to pass by the definition of a pervert. Let's pretend that one day (somehow magically) that you ran out of semen. Not. A. Drip left. And suprisingly you can never achive orgasm anymore. Hence sex is never an exclusive indulgence anymore and forever no more the production of the offsprings. Let's pretend that everybody does the same amount of masturbation and everybody ended up with the same problem. Everybody (Except for Chuck Norris of course). It's a global disaster. In time, people die and no replacement were made. The world population is deteriorating. Sex cease to exists. The age of depression dawned on us and people wage wars for the hold of synthetic semen (to be invented later). Now this can be fixed. Someone will come up to you and offer you an endless stock of mighty swimmers and thus eliminating the disaster of the social recluse. But of course there's a catch. If you were to accept the offer, you will always come in a glow of blinding white light, heavy rain will fall on you (no matter where you are) and instead of the normal looking (frog babies) sperm, you will shoot out pandas, baby seals, penguins, rarely some mini blue whales, other species of endangered animals and of course, unicorns (or maybe the one horn pegasus). You will still get to make babies but only if you shoot it in the right proportioned place. It will be your mandate to populate the earth with the dying, endangered and dead species of animals. By the art of masturbating.

Will you accept the offer and witness millions of Dodos flying out of you everytime?

Visual aid 1.

Dodo in the cutest form.

Happy New Year people. For real. :)

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I am gay. In a whole other sense of the word. Wheeeeee!