When a member of the uncut
persuasion is reaching climax during
masturbation, he uses his
available foreskin to contain his bodily jizz fluid thus able to scream and thrash to all hell enjoying himself fully while cleanup remains simple.
I was making fun of Ryan for being such a dysfunctional neckbeard
virgin asshole when he hit me with some cold reality. Apparently he was capable of the Modified
Louisianna Thunder Sloopty, which when I was explained the meaning of which, thoroughly shat my pants, having passed out, failing to cope with the sudden, jarring
possibility that someone could exist like this. It's no wonder he never gets pussy. He lives in a limbo world. He's forgotten (if he ever knew) what it's like to get laid.