Water was Wet Several Thousand Years Ago Too: Genesis 16: 11-12

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The angel of the LORD said to her further, "Behold, you are with child, And you will bear a son; And you shall call his name Ishmael, Because the LORD has given heed to your affliction. 12"He will be a wild donkey of a man, His hand will be against everyone, And everyone's hand will be against him; And he will live to the east of all his brothers."

The Bible gets it right. The Arabs were sons of a whore. They behaved like donkeys, and still do today. And they should continue 'living in the East.' These beasts who reject our western freedoms should not be allowed to spawn and spread their extremist filth on civilized territory. France is the proving ground on what happens when Arab/Muslims are allowed to infest a western society to the point where they make up nearly 10% of the population. Terror attacks. Anti-Semitism. Displacement of the natural population. Violent ghettos where even police and medical personnel don't dare to go. You can't live in peace next to a neighbor who wants to kill you. Fuck political correctness. They need to go back to their lands and be content to live in their desert wasteland shitholes. They belong with the spiders, the scorpions and the scarab dung beetles.
 
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I'll never forget the first time I saw Gronk spike a football.... The unrivaled power of his touchdown dance: ‘The Gronk.’ It jettisoned jiggling ribbons of electric jelly through my body and melted my knees like two pads of margarine—turned me on quicker and made me wetter than at any other time in my life other than my wedding night.

Suddenly, all I wanted to do was watch Gronk do his thang-thang in the zone place there. My vagina demanded it.

Gronk lifts the football in his hand and spikes it with such violence the ball launches 50 feet in the air...Silky ribbons of juice pleasure wobble through my nethers. My nipples harden beneath my sweater...My fingers take a detour to the front of my pants. I back up against the door of my kitchen and sink my hands all the way down the front of my panties into my hot pussy and begin furiously rubbing my clit.

I would sneak away to a dark corner of the library and fire up a computer. I’d google info on Gronkowski, check his stats, read his bio, watch some videos, then rub one out right then and there in the library—let jiggly ribbons of lady-sensuality cavort on my body, strangle me, swallow me whole and annihilate me in its pink and roiling.

I realize the quilt was a bad idea. Because I’m naughty now; that’s the problem... Gronk’s hands are on the ball and my hands are on my throbbing pussy...I begin to masturbate secretly right there in the den surrounded by my husband and his friends. What can I say? The sight of Gronk knocking over little defenders like toy soldiers sends erotic thrills up and down my spine.”

Look at me, ungh, splitting my own seam, oohh… going deep. You like how I work my slot receiver, like a tight end. Like Gronkowski…

Just as the ball comes flying out of Gronk’s hand... In front of the entire country, Gronk’s spike impacts right between my butt-cheeks. I don’t know how to explain exactly to you what happened to me since it was so otherworldly. There really is no accounting for it. But I can tell you that it felt amazing. Gronkowski’s ball unleashes a rainbow of sensation throughout my body. Pleasure shoots magically in every direction like an explosion of sparks. It jettisons jiggling ribbons of joy to every part of my body. It feels as though I am being fucked by a stampeding horde of marauders.
 
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