I Hate Jews

one of the many great disappointments of my life: realizing that blow jobs will never not hurt me.

if she’s going fast enough to really do anything, there’s gonna be some teeth in contact at some point. and that is apparently okay with most men, because all i’ve ever heard about in media is how great blow jobs are, and how i need this bitch to suck my dick, chupa mi pito, slob on my knob, etc


so imagine my disappointment when the thousandth different girl takes her try, really tries her best, a self-proclaimed champion knob slobberer, and she fails to really do anything pleasurable to my overly sensitive penis. 


and i’m discussing this with girl, she doesn’t understand, I explain that circumcision probably contributed to my increased sensitivity, like a wound that never healed. A brutish mutilation that my parents and some doctor decided was right for this perfect little baby boy, because tradition. so i’m like “fucking jews” and she laughs. 


so we try again another day and it’s pretty much the same and she stops at some point and says to me: “i don’t know if i can do this, i feel like you’re just thinking about how much you hate jews right now.”


so basically im hitler now, to this girl. that’s my life. 


maybe that was why hitler hated jews in the first place. cause he was getting his dick sucked and he got a little teeth and he was like ugh… Jews…….

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