cooked alive

The bottom of my laptop must be well over 140 degrees. Its scorching my legs, and Im sure its burning-up or otherwise mutating my sperms. I can feel them cooking in the sack like Jiffy-Pop popcorn. I know Ill never be able to have kids, and its all your fault.

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