Introduction

The ghost of prince philip is getting tipwinks on jupiter. The shadow of europa glints against his pupils. His heels sink in a soup of hydrogen and helium. His cum weighs a thousand tons. His celestial micky rests on a ten foot chest. These are not human tits. They are giant lumps of swirling gas in the shape of tits. He is shouting at the is, but there is no air to carry his howls. And if you watch him on your perverts telescope, you will have 35 minutes to prepare because that's how long it takes for light to reach earth from j Jupiter. Thank you, rad stuart for that poem. Rest and