It reminds me of of the eastern freezer; it kept punching until it flamed and boom. What a great handjob; just soft enough, just so cheerfully asexual. My hat dances every day at midnight. Wonder where heshe learnt to drink. Must be the economy.
The essential part of every woman's sports kit. I have an album out. It's called Classic Hymns for Funerals. Spotify link is hanging out with the other links.
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If there's salt on the bones, then I'd rather feed them to mother. He likes it under the wheels of the wild buffalo, but not before that. That's no line of cocaine, but a line of cocaine. Fascism rejoice!
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered Denis Leary,
Over many a quaint a curious volume of forgotten Blorg.
While I nodded, furiously fapping, suddenly there came a slapping,
As of someone gently crapping, crapping at my chamber door.
"Tis some Cabbage," I muttered "crapping at my chamber door.-
Only this and nothing more."
Quoth Gepetto "Fucking do it."
LafyKid
welcome to the place where words come alive, welcome to our world, word world
CabbageClock
You put your trust in the pastry and it bites you on the life. Well-wishers and cow, well-wishers and sultry questionnaires.