If some kind of global cataclysmic even went down and me and that fucking retard Dr Robin, from the Oprah show, were the last two human beings on earth, the human race would surely die out. Yes, the human race would surely perish. No, not because Dr. Robin wouldn't want to get jiggy with me because I'm not her type. I'm exactly her type - tall, dark and dumb as a brick. Dr. Robin wouldn't be able to get enough of me and my super huge hairy baboon balls.
Nor would the human race disappear because I wouldn't get it on with the enormously annoying Dr Robin. Now, understand under any ordinary circumstances I would willingly and gladly castrate myself with an extremely dull and extremely rusty razor than let Dr Robin's snapper devour my tubesteak. However, these would not be ordinary circumstances. Remember? The end of the world? After all, who would know that I tapped dat wrinkly old ass? Not you. You'd all be dead - devoured by the giant man-eating penguins (or whatever the tragedy was that befell the world).
No, dear reader. If me and Dr. Robin, from the Oprah show, were the last two human beings on earth, the human race would surely die out because Dr Robin only likes it up the ass.
This post was dumb.
But I loved it.