She smiled when she died and …, of course, and they know who they are. Without women and their pussies, I would rather be dead. I lost my wife in 2014 after 28 mostly wonderful years, only mostly because of the last three years which were excruciating and unbearable as I witnessed her daily struggle until her demise. She smiled when she died and I cursed the Moon. I love the Sun and the stars. I dislike Mars too; anything red, except for a woman’s blood.
Patrick M. Ohana