Don’t take kindly to malpractice.
Whispers of sleuths, roses akin to friends.
Passions and yearnings for big black ebony porn with white cum stain on cocoa porcelain.
Jack of all trades.
Jack me off, Jade.
Grenade!
How about you get laid?
Sam hasn’t been to the town hall, He has, only one ball.
God said, you will be one ball Sam.
I love you, it takes new meaning under linoleum side sandwiches.
Puckered lips, battered cheeks.
Buckle up, dad!
Sweet relief, today is the day.
I hate surprises.
It was a good day for fried cod.
But not a good day for surprises.
I hate surprises.
Turtlenecks, god forbid.
Turtlenecks.
Hand cramps. What’s the fuck.
Blow me Uncle Sam, you fucking cumslut, I loathe your bodycount, old man. Pussy slayer, COD WW modern WARFARE SLAYER.
Lobby booster.
Benign benefactor eating
Hummus sandwhiches, fucking old man.
Get a job, pussy goblin!
Fat fuck, good luck!
Well, you need some.
Good cheer, local crowned Queer.
Eat some carpet.
Fuzzy munching, cock
SLAYER.
I cannot beg of thee marmelade sanctity of
titties.
Come about the granted magic WAND.
Fortress, porridge tits.
Come tell me how one lasts.
Terrible opening how,
about you sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
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