don't you all see that all i really want in life,

is for my girls to use my face as their chair?

there is no possibility of malice when,

at the weary night of research,

i lay down on the bed,

she advances on my face and proceeds to press down,

to which i exclaim,

"no, wait. I can't breathe, I can't breathe."

but she goes at it anyway in her highly spirited mischief,

pressing herself on to me ever more...

and that is the life of bliss

no man would ever want to part with by committing crimes...

 

Sigh.... a rather lewd joke but only adults should be present anyway.

life and death and carnage at stakes.

as compared to that...

jeez people. lighten up.