Refueling for the big race. I bet this sucks for you, being my cycling suit, worn for miles and miles in the summer heat, filling up with sweat? Too bad, bro. Now I’m hydrating, so I can sweat even more, and you’ll have no choice but to drink it all up, like the thirsty spandex cycling suit you are. Where your mouth used to be is now the pads under my balls and ass, supporting me as my seat while I ride on and on. I bet my swass tastes good, huh? Get used to it, you’re stuck like this forever now.
















