Why? Why? I'll tell you why, because I'm an impotent man! Motherfucker, that's pain! That's ******* pain! When your wife wants to **** you four times a night and you ******* can't! You know that some fucker before you could. And you know that some fucker after you will! Well, I couldn't cope with that, could I? That sense of ruination. That insolvency that burns in your soul. I couldn't **** my wife! Do know what that ******* means, mate? Do you understand what impotent rage really is?
You're sorry? Oh, you're sorry, are you? You dare, you ******* dare ask me if there's a God? Well, man, I feel forsaken! I feel cheated, you cunt! I've lost in the big game, and nothing else ******* matters. It doesn't matter what you do. If you can't hack it in the sack, mate, if you can't hack it in the game of love and sex, then you are shit, my friend. Because you can't do what the other man can do to your ******* wife, mate!
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