Smile-drunk-punch calls me Pegatits.
Smitten granny fuck the end or
begin another apoco-procto-toxichronic exam.
You smell just like every other dinosaur minus the vessels and leather.
I can see with bare eyes that you ate the last fuckin' cookie.
You know my mother died that way right?
Carnal knowledge sought from the waist and sucked to my brain.
Breeze through your virgin walls like a slip n' slide in spring
I believe I just made a comment about endowment.

04/21/2009

Posted on 04/21/2009
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