I can’t even explain my thirst for Joe Biden. To be frank, if I was stranded on a desert or island on my death bed with no food or water and an angel came down to grant me one wish to save me—I’d ask for Joe Biden to use every part of my body for his leisure. Literally seed me like a garden. If I was on death row I’d request my final meal to be his ass. I’m parched and only his sperm can quench my thirst. With a firm grasp around my throat until I’m blue and unable to breath. I want to die choking on him, only then will I find peace.

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