That's it I need to get it out. Like that dildo that got lost in the narcoleptic fags ass, I gotta putt some feelin on it. See I feel it dropped off with no stories and no manic depressive suicide murder rape scenes intensive in this breath mint eatin motherfucker, call it tums or eat it and shit it out all over the seat and holler yums.
I don't give a fuck, and I think the world needs to know...again and again. If you don't fuck me and don't bring me money...how can I sell out? How could I fall off if Ive been down in a hole too? What about you...wheres your shirts and pants with my name on it...how many women got my names on their pussies? None that ever want to fuck a man again...though I'm sure quite a few sharks and mermen might be interested. Maybe I should just go have a threesome with a heroin needle and crack pipe and then call myself speed ball like that drug addict that ate six folks and then had a dog for desert.
Ok end incoherence....like a flat tired...or my dick with nails in it...I'm gonna flop on out of here, maybe infect a bystander or two...maybe rewrite war and peace and add a strap on and pickle covered in hot sauce. Maybe, keep reading and keep cumming we'd love to have you.
Ok end incoherence....like a flat tired...or my dick with nails in it...I'm gonna flop on out of here, maybe infect a bystander or two...maybe rewrite war and peace and add a strap on and pickle covered in hot sauce. Maybe, keep reading and keep cumming we'd love to have you.