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I have stated whether in print here or elsewhere that I am honored to have so many children with so many wonderful people and so many clones of myself. I’m happy that God gives me great things to do, great people to be with and great abilities to accomplish these things…also a great big giant pair of balls which makes it difficult every morning to pull my pants up over my nut sack!
What makes me most proud is that this great group of people have woken up to a world which is much, much safer. This has been a team effort with great direction and wonderful players and of course these tremendous balls which pendulously swing back and forth as I stroll up my stairs to my boudoir where it is said, “How can one guy who never leaves his house create so much mischief?”
So what have we learned so far about the man who probably has more clones currently walking around than anyone else? He has more balls than brains!
Case in point: I sold myself into slavery at one point which caused the King Farid of Egypt to laugh, “Hey Ed…do you know you’re now chattel?” He then decided it would be a good idea to have my interest trained in a meat packing plant in order to stab me to death as soon as possible when I arrived. I am grateful for my study of the old testament so I understood what I was up against with Pharaoh and the general game of thrones going on. We did later on free the slaves and I finally got sick of being dicked over and just quit being a slave but hey it’s all good.
With a much safer world and many new children gainfully testicled, the powers that be decided after I used the term, “Russian Roulette” twice in one day that it was time to proceed with a “peacetime procreation procedure” called “Russian Roulette!” …a game of sorts as well as an honored ceremony. Does it involve a gun? Yes it does! “This is my rifle…this is my gun….this is for fighting…this is for fun!!!”
Here’s how it works: everyone from the community gets to play. The game takes place over several days…the first day is usually the big one. As many people as possible meet in a large hall. The guns are loaded and the goal is to fire them six times into six different targets. If this is overly ambitious for some people then the guns can be removed from one holster and put into another one with firing in an effort to enter into 6 targets even without firing. The guns are not supposed to be cleaned during this ceremony, and should drip with gun oil, or bullets from other guns. The goal is, as best possible, to disseminate (good word) as best possible a genetically balanced group of offspring. Lot’s of females are needed to mesh with this large group of males. Some people who were sterile came for the rare ceremony as it’s consider both and honor and an obligation to attend. It’s been a long time since the ceremony was performed and inevitably it is only done during times of peace either to restore lost members or to take new ground. Fertility was restored, my myself, to anyone who attended and the goal of 100% pregnancy for all the women was attained even many in their latter years. With recently rediscovered monogamy many couples could be found off by themselves enjoying each others company…as much a part of the ceremony as those who are still polyamorous or engaged in such for the evening.
more to come
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