There was a time, once, when men would have to face a firing squad in order to atone for the crimes they had committed. You might be shocked to discover that there is still a select group of husbands regularly staring down the barrel of a gun. Of course, the gun is made of black flesh, the bullets are salty and semen-flavored and the crime they are all guilty of is a deep and unflinching love for their wives. These men will take a spunky load to the face simply to see their wives smile. It's their duty and the sole burning regret that they all share, down to man, is that they have but one load to take from those dangling black cannons!
