What the dick-vein is happening, all you meat-slingers who’ve got big thick capillaries poking out of the shaft and head holy shit your womb hammer looks like a roided-out bodybuilder snorted a bucketful of meth and jacked out ten thousand pushups, it’s gonna burst free and force the rest of your body into a wiener-driven gallop, cracking the pavement each time it thrusts off the ground with its monstrous glans while emitting ape-like grunts of unadulterated rage—
And THAT, my friends, is why you don’t want too many veins on yer got damn hog! You never know when it’ll go batshit nuts and wreck everything in sight with its Hulk-smash fury! Just stick to inking veins on wieners drawn onto bathroom stalls, and infusing them with extra character and depth! Fuck!
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