Eight Reasons Why Capitalists Want to Sell You Deodorant
Body smells are erotic and sexual. Capitalists don’t like that because they are impotent and opposed to all manifestations of sensuality and sexuality. Sexuality awaked people are potentially dangerous to capitalists and their rigid, asexual system.
Body smells remind us that we are animals. Capitalists don’t want us reminded of that. Animals are dirty. They eat things off the ground, not out of plastic wrappers. They are openly sexual. They don’t wear suits or ties, and they don’t get their hair done. They don’t show up to work on time.
Body smells are unique. Everybody has his or her own body smell. Capitalists don’t like individuality. There are millions of body smells but only a few deodorants smells. Capitalist hate that.
Some deodorants are harmful. Capitalist like that because they are always looking for a cure. Capitalists love to invent new medicines. Medicines make money for them and win them prizes; they also cause new illnesses so capitalist can invent new medicines.
Deodorants cost you money. Capitalist are especially pleased about that.
Deodorants hide the damage that capitalist products cause your body. Eating meat and other chemical filled food sold by capitalists makes you smell bad. Wearing pantyhose makes you smell bad. Capitalist don’t want you to stop wearing pantyhose or eating meat.
Deodorant- users are insecure. Capitalist like insecure people. Insecure people don’t start trouble. Insecure people also buy room fresheners, hair conditioners, makeup and magazines with articles about dieting.
Deodorants are unnecessary. Capitalist are very proud of that and they win marketing awards for it.
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Gutter pig, faggot, dog faced boy, cock suckers marking their territory with the scent of cum, piss and grease. Sliding sweaty, inked skin to skin, fist to hole and spit flying onto shaved heads. Why does the dog/dad inside of me groove to this stuff? It doesn't really matter to me anymore. I just try to enjoy the piggy ride and roll over like a good dog.
These are some of my favorite things
Water Sports
Piss is so intimate. Waiting for a guy to loosen up enough for the flow to start, the taste and warmth flooding my mouth, makes me feel so linked to my fuck buddies.
Mouth Play
Everything goes in my mouth. Perhaps I am stuck in Freud’s oral stage, oh well, everything goes in my mouth. While I dig butt sex, nothing gets me stiffer than my mouth and 
throat being filled with stuff. One of my favorite activities is servicing a buddy, Ed egging me on, my muzzle rubbing the buttons on his greasy jeans, his bone rubbing my shaved head full of cum.
Fisting
I really dig the feeling of a heart thumping against my fist when it’s deep in a hot hole. To see the trust in Ed’s eyes, feel his butt hole sucking on my greasy hand while my bone fills up with blood. The power trip isn't’ like when I am roughing up a bottom, rather it is the power to give my bottom incredible satisfaction. The look and feel of my bud when his butt is filled is incredibly intimate; we share the realization that we are the only two beings that matter in the universe. For me, only being a dog gives me this feeling that nothing else in the world matters.
Pig Play
Raunchy, pig play has many different activities that can get this dogs bone hard. Rolling around in grease, degrading a pig with clothes pins on his tongue, being made to grovel for a bone or forced to service rough trade in public, these are all some of my favorite things.
