A
beautiful and majestic female sex god. Like a fine wine, The Weitzel only gets better (and by better I mean hornier/sexier) with age. Though the Weitzel has slept with nearly every creature with a ding-a-ling on the planet, it is near impossible to reproduce and spawn another gorgeous W.I.L.
F. It is said in
legend that only one man, one big balled man, who has unthinkably godly sized balls, huge balls, Adimantium infused wreckingball size balls, dangling hairy balls, balls that probably make your balls look like chicken shit pussies, balls so ginormous they have the power to move objects, is capable of recreating the
WILF. Though sir #### valiantly tried to reproduce with the “W.I.L.
F,” the offspring resulted in an
awkward disaster. Thus, we can only hope that the stunningly large testicled man of
legend will one
day meet his destiny and smash the W.I.L.
F, and keep these near extinct species alive and poofing and cob-webbing (excreting a powder-like substance from one of several orifices which in it younger stages are thought to have once contained liquid, which dried and condensed into a light powdery substance, much like baby powder.)
Guy 1: WOOO I just had the kinkiest sex with the weitzel
Guy 2: so did I.
Every Guy on
earth: So did we.
Every species of mammel: So did we.
Every organism on
earth: So did we.
Every
extra-terrestrial life form: So did we.
Every unborn fetus: So did we
Chuck norris: So did I
O.G. Mudbone: So did I, but my d was too small, that thangs stretched like a bih.