Dear StopTazmo Goers,
I hope you are well. It has been many ages since I have last visited your realms. I was merrily gallivanting around my little piece of the internet. Y'know, with the sex. The homosexual sex. On one of my hunts for the elusive Hanul and his ass which was touched and ravaged by the gods, I received a letter from above delivered by an arrow which had struck me upon my ass. At first I was turned on, then curiosity came, then I realized I had been penetrated in the ass, I giggled, then I was turned on yet again. When all the feelings of arousal had disappeared, (which is rare and the time between such times is few and far between), I had finally opened the letter which states:
As such, I can no longer be selfish and spend my time roaming the internet searching for ass. I have come upon an epiphany. A Purpose. A Calling...Dear Tazmo,
There is a site called stoptazmo. I don't think they like you.