Monday, November 26, 2012
Who Cares About The Creepy Guy?
Lets talk about Alyssa and Melody.
In a soapy bath fondle.
While tiny plastic army men parachute from the sky. With lufas and washrags, ready to assist. And a disco aerial cavalcade of humping lions celebrates with collective roar at the taut skin soapy fondle crescendo that ensues with melted candy corn and Pepe handing out towels by the washroom after post-coital repose requires a Pepsi.
For those are the taut fondle booble fondle that drives better men than I to start wars and sublimate rage at peers, neighbors and small woodland creatures. I drink their bath water and weep for my own lost innocence of prepubescence.
Bleeths are Twinkies™ of the human condition.
I tink we all know what’s gonna happen to these chinks.
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Bleeths are Twinkies™ of the human condition.
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They taste great and go down really easily, but are really bad for you?
The Blasian on the right is a skankier version of Tila Tequila, if such a thing is even possible.
All three of them go to the same place for Mani-Pedi’s, threading, make-up and ass waxing. Little known fact is they share a rectal dildo named “Lance Armlong”
them’s the Pyrenees…Bizing, Bazang, Bazong, Bazoom!
…I like to name breastesses ranges!
…mountain of poo in center is L’Alp de Toule
Mammathornes
Grand Tetons
Wasnatch range
Hymalabias
Amplelacchias
San Globials
Mt. Titney
San Booberdinos
Pikes Pekkar
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBIES
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That is all.
erupting missile silos
I’m going to call that guy crow-bar. Because it appears he’s trying to keep the two chicks from becoming closer. Not that there’s anything wrong with two girls being closer.
I think Walnuts hit the bulls eye again…a skankier version of Tila Tequila..and prettier even.
My cock says yes. My GP says no.