Ok, so there’s this club that I really want to join. They say it’s the best club in the world. You have lots of fun, you get lots of stuff, but in order to get in you half to cut off half your penis.
Well that sucks, but I guess since it IS the best club in the WORLD, I suppose I could do with half a penis. So I did it, and they were right, it IS the coolest club in the world.
But I am not having as much fun as I thought I would, in order to have even greater fun, I have to promise to never have sex EVER! Well seeing as how you cut off the half my manhood already, I suppose the rest isn’t that important; since I cant please a woman with half a dick anyway, might as well swear off sex.
Now I am in a higher rank of the club. And I am having a good time. But there is still more that I could be doing. So they tell me in order to get higher in the club I have to devote my life to kneeling and talking to a statue of a dead guy. Um…really?..ok, I guess. If it means I will be in a higher rank of the club, and that all these good things will happen to me, I guess can devote my sexless, dickless, life talking to a statue of a dead guy.
Ok, so I am in this club, dickless, praying to a dead guy statue. I am starting to regret ever joining this club. But I guess it will all pay off in the end as long as I am patient.
But now I am the head of the club, I get to decide who gets in and who doesent. And as I do, I feel responsible for them getting their dicks chopped off all for the name of some dead guy statue. When they could be outside enjoying life and making love to the woman or women they love, and all that other good stuff. So I suppose that this club is by far the best club in the world, but what I had to give up on the way {getting my dick chopped off, talking to a statue of a dead guy} isn’t worth it. So take it from me, I am the FUCKING POPE! Don’t waste your life like I did!