The Space Pope has some really weird fetishes.
The messenger is standing at the gate
Ready to let go
Ready for the crush
Too late for whispers
Too late for the blush
The past is mercy
When the future is aglow
I heard he lasts ten minutes
there was a picture here
Space Pope needs to pay child support for all of his offspring I conceived.....
HOTROD
"Lets go for a spin you and I"
Lies, I have not had relations since the Autumn of 1953. Twas a beautiful Thursday evening and I was strolling in the park taking the form of a pigeon when a homeless bag lady offered me some week old bread. How...nice. Well, I don't know if she drugged the bread or not but next thing I know I wake up at some opium party in Harlem and there were these weird earthworms attacking me by striking me with their massive bodies.
derp