The simulant - 2.
2007·11 min·100% liked·3.0K Views
Old George's toast—flatline, game over. Next second he's sitting up, crowing that he's gotta piss like a racehorse. I shove the nearest nurse down on her knees, pry her jaws wide, and let him hose that throat like it's his own personal urinal. She's choking, mascara running, but the old bastard keeps the stream steady, grinning the whole time. This is only the warm-up lap.












