Category: Kor’Thank

What the sex-sacrilege is happening, all you people who’ve gotten a little too routine with your smash-time and are now fighting the temptation to hum the Star Wars Attack Theme at the moment of penetration or pretend you’re on a roller coaster while hitting it from behind by screaming maniacally and throwing your hands in…

What the fart-cloak is happening, all you creative nasties who’ve used nearby excuses—dogs, squeaky gym floors, loud music, ghosts—to conceal the fact that you’ve selfishly decided to pummel the shit out of everyone’s noses with your disgusting flatul— Hey, stop being a sociopathic dickhead and suck that fart in like a low-brow Superman!  People deserve…

What the scrotal fold is going on, all my juvenile-minded fellows who’ve crumpled up your sack and employed its fleshy malleability to express a wide variety of characters that include mythical figures, cryptozoology, and most of the gods from the world of Cthul— Hey man, that right there is one of the ugliest body parts…

What the scatter-pee is happening, all my fellow big-dick-slitted meat-slingers who’ve tried in vain to explain to your loved one that even though a giant opening on the head of your wiener is fun to play with and looks super cool, it’s not conducive to toilet marksmanship and FUCK NO you aren’t going to sit…

What the nut-cut is happening, all you fellow sack-slingers who’re scheduled to go on a first date in the next few hours but you’ve accidentally nicked your scrotum because you were too lazy to choose a Manscape groomer over your goddamn face-razor and now your mind is racing a thousand miles an hour, rifling through…