Upon clicking the spoiler my mind and body were fully prepared to behold something Devine; the once impossible possibility of an impeccably groomed, impossibly fat p*ssy hidden behind the spoil bearing rectangle of grace…
yet…
The cosmos hath forsaken my naive trust once again, as the sole revelation was some previously worshipped imagery, a fully clothed, yet still beautiful warrior diety.
The once electric butterflies of anticipation, fluttering in my loins as Icarus before them, froze as hope was dashed away… their triumphant wings became ashen, crumbling to dust, falling to the shadows of desolation…
With no looming debauchery I threw myself back to the sorrowful road of exile… a single defeated phrase passed from my lips to the ether…. “We already seen’t that shyt…”