Originally Posted by K.W.H.
Hopefully, I am fucking Scarlett Johansson at the moment, so I will die happy.
Okay, so you're fucking Scarlett. Her legs are perched up on your shoulders as if she has a choice and you're battering her cervix like your dick is Rocky using it to train against Ivan Drago. Then a message comes into your mind, fuck knows where from, but for whatever reason you know it's the truth. And the message is: you are going to die in ten seconds.
What do you say?
ME: Hey Scarlett, you know I said I was about to come?
HER: Yes, oh yes!
ME: Well, change of plan.