The dingle-dangle was was grafted, in utero, into boys’ before they were born. It hangs between their legs.
Later on, it stands up and tries to make its way in the world. Some guys like to let their dingle-dangle just go wild, do whatever it wants to do and eventually get them into trouble, or it may divert them into transy territory, also known as no-man’s land.
Some guys train their dingle to live according to traditional standards of propriety, valuing standards that are promulgated in religious or cultural traditions. Oftentimes, these disciplined dingle-danglers find their way to a productive fertility in the Utruss region of counter-party anatomical productivity. Hence, new dingle-dangle-bearing guys—or their cupcake counterparties— are brought forth into the world community.
The other phenom that happens is that a dingle-dangle will team up with the Utruss and and a cupcake-cutie will come along instead of another dingle-dangle.
In recent times, we have seen much confusion about these potentialities and there fruit-bearing actualities.
Nowadays, for instance, some folks say its okay for a high-and-mighty guy to mingle with a pornystar cupcake and then pay her vast sums of money to keep her cupcake mouth shut. The strange thing is even the religious people are going along with this. Weird, if you ask me.
But I digress.
Other folks want to fundamentally transform their wandering dingle-dangles into cupcake receptivity so they can enjoy the fruits of transitivity instead of the fruits of fertility.
Lately, it seems these potentialities have rendered themselves unto legal (or illegal) lethialities.
A lot of folks are bent out of shape about these developments, these days.
It seems to be a bigger issue than the earlier controversies about the colors of the dingle-dangles and the cupcake-cuties.
But the even worse disaster is what happened when so many confused folks got so fed up with the overload of confusion in this here modern life that they started randomly pointing their weapons of misdirected direction into locations where folks were congregated for one reason or another. . . and then imposing—without the authority of Rule of Law— death sentences on their fellow-citizens.
Thus we have total confusion across the land and all dingle-dangles and all cupcake-cuties and all in-betweens and and dragging-fiends are dangling in danger as they drag us into disaster faster and faster. Mass confusion reigns where, a long time ago, the Mass reigned.
And folks, we need to do something about this. Some citizens may need to woke up and some may need to settle down.
As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord, God willing.
God bless America, land that I love.
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