[Terra]

I am not pleased. I am not satisfied. I still have thirst for blood. Go back to grade school where you were first sodomized in the little boys room and try to build more anger from that. Then move to your more formal years of school where you were caught in the girl's locker room, whacking off to pictures of their male janitor and continue to build more angst from that.

When you get to the point that the horses arouse you, funnel that energy into a decent racous banging with Pub and I'll sit by here and critique the ceremony.

Thank you and have a cookie.