Class ninth, people talking dirty talk. Us guys in that class room. Some sick guy tells a joke about circumcision. I try to ignore the racket they're making, but I can't help overhearing.
'What was that about?' I ask my friend. He tells me about some skin over our winkie's that needs to be cut.
*Gasp*
Why? I ask, trying not to think about mine which probably has the skin intact.
'God says so' says my friend.
No questions? Nothing... No questioning Gods irrefutable wisdom and orders.
Cut your dicks if he says so. Kill your women.
No questions. Logic doesn't work with religion.
I was uncircumcised. I don't know why.
But I was and I liked it that way.
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