weitzel Mug

A beautiful and majestic female sex god. Like a fine wine, The Weitzel only gets better (and by better I mean hornier/sexier) with age. Though the Weitzel has slept with nearly every creature with a ding-a-ling on the planet, it is near impossible to reproduce and spawn another gorgeous W.I.L.F. It is said in legend that only one man, one big balled man, who has unthinkably godly sized balls, huge balls, Adimantium infused wreckingball size balls, dangling hairy balls, balls that probably make your balls look like chicken shit pussies, balls so ginormous they have the power to move objects, is capable of recreating the WILF. Though sir #### valiantly tried to reproduce with the “W.I.L.F,” the offspring resulted in an awkward disaster. Thus, we can only hope that the stunningly large testicled man of legend will one day meet his destiny and smash the W.I.L.F, and keep these near extinct species alive and poofing and cob-webbing (excreting a powder-like substance from one of several orifices which in it younger stages are thought to have once contained liquid, which dried and condensed into a light powdery substance, much like baby powder.)