>>20665881I was only nine years old. I loved the Bogs so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I'd pray to the Bogs every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "The Bogs are love", I would say, "The Bogs are life". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Bogs. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Grichka. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "paint a boole flag, zen domp eet". He grabs me with his powerful hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for the Grichka. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for the Bogs. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Grichka. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Igor (who was in hte corner this whole time) looks him straight in the eye, and says, "activate quantum immortality". The Bogs leave through my window. The Bogs are love. The Bogs are life.
