My cousin is visiting for the holidays. He hates being in the house when the kiddies are running around screaming and crying and calling out the name of Santa in vain. He would like to escape the mayhem and gain an hour or two of holy respite at the shrine of St. Woody, the patron saint of horny old men, and asked me if there were any locales open on this holiest of days where we celebrate the Birth of our Saviour?
I told him I did not think so, and that he would be better off jerking off to porn on the net, and then taking his time away from the little monsters and the screeching voices of the Ontario in-laws by making a journey to where he would be more appreciated, such as the Old Brewery Mission or St. Columba House, and volunteer and make a donation of his $80 "taxe des putes" where it will be accepted with a gracious smile rather than a meth-induced sneer.
I told him I did not think so, and that he would be better off jerking off to porn on the net, and then taking his time away from the little monsters and the screeching voices of the Ontario in-laws by making a journey to where he would be more appreciated, such as the Old Brewery Mission or St. Columba House, and volunteer and make a donation of his $80 "taxe des putes" where it will be accepted with a gracious smile rather than a meth-induced sneer.