you know how after you take a really big loving rock hard tsar bomba gigastuff that clogs your toilet and leaves you flushing for 12 hours with a burning star fish and when you finally loving leave the bathroom with your clothes covered in stuffwater droplets and a new gaper to show your dom gf, you get that incredible loving sensation of victory and satisfaction? the kind that you can then enter a ten-thousand-year hibernation period in response to because your purpose in the 21st century is complete?
that's the feeling i got from buzzwaker's ban
