Once upon a time, in a land filled with idiots like you, there lived a horny little fucker named Johnny. Now, Johnny was on a quest to find out what was worth fucking. He traveled far and wide, encountering all sorts of freaks along the way.

First, Johnny stumbled upon a promiscuous nymphomaniac who insisted that quantity was what mattered. She fucked anything that moved, from trees to farm animals. But Johnny quickly realized that her approach was as empty as her STD-ridden crotch.

Next, he met a tantric sex guru who claimed that endurance and self-control were the keys to a mind-blowing fuck. Johnny tried the whole “edging” thing, but after hours of blue-balled frustration, he realized it was just a load of horseshit.

Finally, in a moment of desperation, Johnny met a wise old prostitute named Madame Wisdom. She had seen it all and knew what truly mattered. She taught Johnny that the worth of a fuck lies in the connection between two consenting adults, in the genuine desire to please and be pleased. It’s about mutual respect, communication, and exploring each other’s desires.

So, the moral of the story is the worth of fucking isn’t some objective measurement, it’s subjective and personal. It’s about finding someone who ignites a fire in your loins and satisfies your twisted desires. Now, take this wisdom and go forth, you sorry excuse for a fucker.