Jihad Party Boys are setting off fire crackers. I think they're aiming for certain homes. Not ours though for some reason. The Muslims are having a party too. I think it's a Happy Ramadan party. They get happy once the sun goes down so they can eat and drink. Which makes me think fondly of Bacchus. Now there was a party god. Drink, fuck and drink some more and yet outside of a few places, the practice is losing ground. It' s Christianity and all its ugly morals. In fact there isn't anything good that came from Christianity but Christmas and that was created by business anyway. If it wasn't for them and their constant need for more, we would be whipping our backs and burning candles to sweet baby Jesus.
Now, I'm thinking of a gay god. You know, sizzling hot because if you're going to worship a deity, why the robes and beard? Strip the fucker and take a look at what kind of cock that god has. Big dick gods will get way more attention. Trust me. And lets face it, what kind of god would settle for a limp dick and sagging ass. Not even old gods do, I've seen their statues and they may have beards, they be thousands and thousands of years old but they all got bouncing balls, thick dicks and bubble butts. They knew back in the Bacchus days of gods what people liked to see, even on the old gods.
It's summer and the nights are warm, so wonderfully warm with night critters and fire crackers and people coming out to dance in the warm night air. I could dance too, in a fashion.
So don't let a warm summer night go by without a dance, even if it's with yourself. That way, we both will have a partner at some point, at sometime, someplace on a warm night in the summer.
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