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A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about, fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least, that was the handle his lovin' parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Lebowski, he called himself the Dude. Now, Dude, that's a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then, there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. And a lot about where he lived, like-wise. But then again, maybe that's why I found the place

The penis is a perfect representation to the hell hole of what is called ‘religion.’ Despite the amounts of efforts scientists try to debunk religion itself, one of them stands out the most and that is Christianity. You may be asking, “how the ♥♥♥♥ does a penis have any correlation to religion.” (To clarify, I love touching my warm hot throbbing ♥♥♥♥ at night, feeling it’s every last breath as the lactate my body ferments deep within its ball sack ejaculates out the tip of my penis) That, however, is completely the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ point.
I introduce to you, the penis of religion. Or the religion of penis, or the penis religion, or the - never mind.
The ball sack is what I would like to call the bottomless pit of hell. It’s what causes excruciating pain when a ♥♥♥♥♥♥ named jimmy at your school kicks it. It’s what builds up the anger as you furiously beat your warm ♥♥♥♥, which the anger being the lactate that you ferment inside your ballsack.