Misosu more like Mi So Sus.

More than anything I just want a beautiful woman with a clown costume, make up and a big red nose to have sweaty passionate sex with. I want her to lay on my bed, take her big shoes off and let me suck and lick her toes while jerking myself off while she blows up condoms and makes them into balloon animals.

Then I want her to take off her clown pants and clown underwear then start pulling several feet of colored scarves out of her ♥♥♥♥♥. Once the scarves are out I want to enter her then ♥♥♥♥ her as she honks her big red nose in time to my thrusts. I want her to do the clown laugh and spray me with a squirt gun flower as I ♥♥♥. I don’t know why I have this fantasy but I do and it’s killing me. I want clown ♥♥♥♥♥ so bad it hurts.

I wish clown girls were an actual race of people. Their entire skin is white. The clown nose is natural. Their nipples and ♥♥♥♥♥ lips, aka Clussy, have alternate colors, sometimes the same as the lips. Their skin probably tastes funny Imagine the taste of their breast milk. Grabbing their breasts or ass causes a honk noise. Want to playfully grope Clown wifes butt in public, loud ass honk is heard echoing from her. Everyone turns to you too, knowing full well what is going on. She embarrassingly honks her nose, trying to play it off. 🤡 🍆 💦

Slime-girls are objectively the greatest ♥♥♥♥ you'll ever have in your life. Not only could you see your ♥♥♥♥ up in their guts or down their throat, but you could realistically ♥♥♥♥ any part of their body you want. Got a thing for stomachs? You can ♥♥♥♥ their belly button. Like armpits? They got you covered. Or rather they got your ♥♥♥♥ covered. In slime. And if that's not enough, they are amorphous, and can change their shape to form the most ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ body of your dreams. It doesn't even have to be a normal body either. Want to ♥♥♥♥ a cat girl? They got you, and you can ♥♥♥♥ her in the ears. Want to ♥♥♥♥ a dog girl? She's got you set. Owl, fox, bird, bunny, whatever else your sick imagination can come up with. If you can request it, she can fulfill it. Give in to the fact that slimes are godesses worthy of worship. Wake up. Take the slime pill.

As soon as I uttered those fateful words, my son began to convulse. He dropped to floor in some sort of manic state, spit pouring from his mouth as his eyes rolled back into his head. Zander tried to help him, but I pushed that dainty little queer away with my heteronormative strength.

After a full minute, my son opened his eyes and said, "Dad, you cured me of my homosexuality." Then, with manly tears of joy in his eyes, he pointed to Zander and exclaimed, "Let's get that ♥♥♥♥!"

After we wiped Zander's blood off our hands and threw the little fairy into the cold, my son and I sat down with a beer and watched some football.

As we watched, my son turned to me and said, "Dad, I love you. No ♥♥♥♥."

"No ♥♥♥♥ indeed, son," I replied. "No ♥♥♥♥ indeed."

I cured my son of the Big Gay. The other day, he came home for Christmas with his new partner. I was excited to meet her (and maybe MEAT her after my son fell asleep hehe), but imagine my horror when it turned out to be another man.

I immediately started to protest, but my son said "Dad, this is who I am. Zander and I are in love."

Without missing a beat, I turned around and said, "You forgot to say no ♥♥♥♥."

But my boy simply scoffed at me and said, "Actually, dad, I AM a homosexual. That's right, your son is in love with another man." Then my son grabbed Zander's hand and looked at me defiantly.

For a second, I was utterly devastated. But then I thought to myself What would Trump do? So I stared straight at my son, penetrating his soul with my eyes (no ♥♥♥♥), and said, "But that's gay."