Your life is in shambles. Your wife/girlfriend has left you in disgust. Your savings account has dried up. Your friends have all turned their back on you. You have nothing left.

And I couldn't find it any more hilarious.

Aw, did you expect Me to feel bad about making you lose everything you had? You begged for months to have everything taken from you, to feel what "real ruin" was like. I gave you exactly what you wanted -- why the hell would I take a single bit of pity on you?

And despite the grief, the pain it caused, you're still hard. Still horny. Still riding ...

Your life is in shambles. Your wife/girlfriend has left you in disgust. Your savings account has dried up. Your friends have all turned their back on you. You have nothing left.

And I couldn't find it any more hilarious.

Aw, did you expect Me to feel bad about making you lose everything you had? You begged for months to have everything taken from you, to feel what "real ruin" was like. I gave you exactly what you wanted -- why the hell would I take a single bit of pity on you?

And despite the grief, the pain it caused, you're still hard. Still horny. Still riding the feel-good endorphins it all gave you before you began to lose. Why not stroke one last time before I toss you into the trash?

It's all you have left anyway.