crap everyone want to be around a winner. You know what I'm saying. Only a weird mothereffer doesn't want to hang with a winner. And eff him anyway. Man bitches are going to be all up in your junk, like you got a custom-made cocaine helmet for it. Even those white-hot bitches who wouldn't give you the time of day before? crap, they'll be falling too, like frickin sinners when the preacher puts his hand on their heads and screams, "You are saved!"
And then the best thing, when you look at that trembling bitch and ask, "in the butt?" What's she going to say? What's she going to say? "Put my ass to sleep!!!"
Hell yes!