I can not emotionally justify my lust and eternal sexual feelings for the KFC god himself colonel sanders. His biceps are protruding from his shirt like a swollen cantaloupe and it makes me sodden. His eyes tell tales of vicious love making and tender affection. His soft, often flowing hair further makes my trousers hit the floor with the endearing vision orbs he does posses. My genitals are trembling right now and every orifice on my lousy body is begging for the eventual annihilation of my adolescent innocence. GOD I love it…