And with his dope you'd be as big, hard, and grainy as him, right? Dream on. 
Well, well...If it isn't Getbig's very own Mr. Garrison and Mr. Slave. I'd tell you two knee walking turkeys to get a room, but cock gobblers such as yourselves tend to bump uglies anywhere including bathroom stalls and truck stops. Class, all class.
You two mental eunuchs have a combined IQ somewhere around room temperature and it shows via the wittiness that flows from your keyboards like wet cement. Uphill. Easy there little man, and by that I mean you Mr. (or is it "Mrs."?) Garrison.
As I've told you in the past you're nothing more than a nellie of a bear cub and you pay for sex which is about as low as a man can get. Given that your idea of sex is being on the receiving end of a "Justin Bieber" and Mr. Slave's dream seems to be to serve as a toilet/cum dumpster for diseased "deep tissue massage aficionados", well...I'd call you each a pile of shit but as I said of another esteemed member here, that would be a disservice to millions of hungry flies.
You guys are a real pair of penile pincushions. Enjoy playing tummy-sticks with each other. Nellies.
